My Sister and Me

If I was stuck on an island with no one but me,

I would never consider myself truly free.

People need people, though I like my space,

So I’d bring my sister to the lonely place.

We think much alike and often are told

That same simple fact—it really gets old.

Still, however tiring it can be,

We kind of enjoy it, my sister and me.

After all, we share a mental connection

And rarely think in opposing directions,

And when others believe us twins from the start,

We know we are simply twins of the heart.

She has saved me, and I have saved her

From many a trial and many a bore.

Together we keep our sanity;

That’s how we work, my sister and me.

Still, although we look like each other,

We have differences like father and mother.

She plays the elder and offers defense.

I play the younger and offer nonsense.

She bothers me, and I bother her,

But we always return, asking for more.

Whether caring or angry, I can decree

We’re always the same, my sister and me.

So out on that island, I’d make a joke.

She’d simply well up and try not to croak.

Putting our backs and our heads in a line,

We’d get up a shelter in quick double-time.

I’d make a schedule and she’d make a home,

And we’d soon be grateful we were not alone.

Two is a company, and crowds are three,

So it’d just be us: my sister and me.