There were three children,
two boys and a girl,
though she remained
unaffected by roles
dictated by cultural whim.
Summers kept them
busy outdoors seeking
new adventures
on the farm built
with Grandfathers hands.
The hottest days found
them spraying each other
with the waterhose or
riding castoff bicycles on
hard packed dirt road.
Sometimes they would sit
in silence for an hour or more
searching for lucky clover
in the same yard Grandmother
once swept with a broom.
Rarely did they see
miles away neighbors
or others their own age
and the bond they shared
was stronger still.
Years later, sister
became a woman
and the brothers fell
for the same girl,
but shared memories
of summertime
never change.
