And then there were two

There were two, after all, big sister with crocheted purse

And a little brother, who was usually in the shadow of his big sister.

We heard him, though, his small voice filling the empty spaces

With reverberations of protest and demands, the compelling voice

Of a three year old.

There were two, after all, a second smaller crocheted purse, in 

Two colors, the masterpiece of a beginning artist

Trained at the knees of the Master 

There were two, after all, two plastic bunnies fought over

By two siblings, there were two, after all, two parents who

Raise their eyebrows in disbelief at their good fortune,

The endless challenges of two, there are two, after all,

Two sides to every story.