One Direction

We sit in front of the computer. Sharing a single chair.

The wood stove heats the room.

"You have to see this video."

I know that it will be something cute. How could it not be? 

Five young men, well-dressed, slim, 

pretty faces,

smooth voices.

Snapshots hanging on a clothesline

Row after row of them

Close up's of little boys

Playing with toys

Sitting in their mother's laps

Eating in high chairs

Having messy faces

Laughing with their sisters

These are just like

the photos hanging on my walls.

That I need to take down,

Because the reminder 

of what is no longer here,

Is too painful 

to Look at 

Every

Single

Day.

Tears streaming

With no concern for who is watching

"Mama, you are crying?"

"Yes, I am."

She places her delicate fingers on my cheek.

"That photo looks like Lilly and Zebbie."

I know they have missed each other.

How could they not?

People thought they were twins.

They are, in a way.

Separation of twins is never a good thing.

My heart has been torn for them.

They have been reunited.

So my tears are of joy.

Knowing that even though they claim

that they can't stand each other.

Deep inside

They are glad to be

Together

Again.