Friends

I am nine
My friends
Include one
Or two kids of
My age plus my
Sibs though only
My sibs are close
As we move every
Few years so as kids
We have a love and hate
Relationship we know about
Group conflict and diplomacy
Allying with the sib on the other
Side of those closest to our age
Yet we are grouped by twos
Eldest middle youngest all
Three groups each share
A bond special to each
Other and in later life
We make new allies
We call friends but
We each know an
Ally is more than
Just a friend so
We each find
A way to get
A new part
A pet sib,
Friends
We keep
For life but
Forever kids
At heart trying
Not to move away
Yet again but aware
Friends come and go
Sibs are forever our
Mates are another
Matter strange
But needed,
Our other
Self at
Least until
Alone again
Until we chose
Not to be alone.
As I said, strange
Is our human heart
Beating like a drum
In the night always
Figuring the odds
Always trying
To find our
Special
Friend.