What would I be if I were not part of we <br />would I feel like just half of me. <br />For you and I have been so long <br />my mind can not recall <br />where me begins and you ends, <br />or if they do at all. <br />When we rise I say good, you say morning. <br />I place the toast, you fetch the jam, <br />never a word is mentioned. <br />We are so assimilated <br />that our first names seem the same. <br />I do not want to know the day <br />that the preachers words <br />become undone <br />'The two shall become one'.<br /><br />Sandra Dodd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-shall-become-one-2/
