On my mother's 70th birthday she received a card from her 80 year-old sister in New Zealand. Inside was written ''Is it really that long since I held my tiny little sister?" All I had to do was add the verses that tell the story of the lives of these two women who married brothers and had one son each - me and my cousin, Bob.
Is it really that long since I held my tiny little sister?
Is it really that long since I held her tiny little hand?
Here's a card from far away to say how much I've missed her
Now we're both on the shores of time
Counting every grain of sand
Every grain of sand, a day to last forever
Every grain of sand, a memory of time
Every hope we lost, every bridge we crossed
We did it all together
Every dream we shared, every day we cared
And tried to understand
How our lives were planned
But still a grain of sand
In the streets we played the games we learned from others
In the streets we played, till Mother called us home
And the days were long, like a summer song
That never told of winter
And the chalk lines ran to a distant land
We'd one day come to see
And we'd ask the stars
Whoever will we be?
Then we found our men, promised them forever
Then we found our sons, promised them the world
And we watched them grow, we watched them go
As we had left each other
And we tried to write, but we never quite
Knew what we ought to say
Now I send my love
This and every day