You and I generations apart;
Sharing music, motion and art.
Bringing out the child in me;
Teaching you resiliency.
We must appear quite the odd couple;
Tween and “older” team double trouble.
I dread the day our connection ends;
As your focus shifts toward your friends.
I only hope I’ll still be here;
When once again you’ll find me dear.
Prompted by dVerse Host Laura Bloomsbury: MTB: When ‘We’ writes poetry