Facing each other,
the five-year-old
in her pink pajamas,
the eight-year-old
in her Disney Princesses t-shirt,
the one with blond-brown straight hair
from her dada, the other with dark curls
from her mama, the one looks up,
the other looks down.

They are Spring and Fall
in a play they wrote.  The one bends
to whisper to the other,
they each speak, then grasp hands,
then say the last line
together—“I like you,
let’s be best friends”—
and the universe smiles.