Friday, January 7, 2011
When I was young, I knew some people who
Impressed themselves on me and, like a mold,
Both curved and shaped the things I think and do,
And formed each conscious concave gap and fold.
Each parent and each sibling in my life,
In roles they played, and personalities,
All predisposed my preference for wife,
As well as those with whom I speak with ease.
I see I'm not alone; statistics show
That eldest siblings, formed into that role,
Most often marry last-born spouses, so
Their matching templates meet to make a whole.
Thus, formed to fit like stacking chairs or cups,
We match each other's gaps once we're grown-ups.