Wide is the gulf of years between me and her. She wears my baby clothes, cherished through the years by her grandmother. Wider still the strand of DNA that bridges the gap of years.
Wide is the path toward long division. We’ve taken our first steps.
Wide is the smile that cracks the face into chunks of laughter. Especially when watching an older sister wave a flag and recite some version of the pledge of allegiance.
Wide are the eyes that watch the world.
Wide is the distance between homes. But the promise of blood, and family, and play, and sweet cousin love keeps hearts in the neighborhood.
Wide is the definition of art.
Wide beyond measure is my gratitude for life’s blessings.
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