Grandma who was tending to her three
Delightful granddaughters.
The littlest one watched our joyful
Conversation and said, "You two are
Twins."
We laughed.
"No, we're not twins," I told the child,
"But we are sisters."
She had overlooked the fact that one
Grandma was white and the
Other black.
She had simply sensed our bond of love.