Both

The house had an aroma neither sister could place.
One said Gardenia.
The other, Gasoline.

The old oak invited them to play.
One wanted to swing from its arm.
The other wanted to skin it green.

Mother sang the supper call.
One girl was grateful.
The other grumbled and glared.

Entertainment made the night.
One sister's concert commenced.
The other ran with the mares.

The morning brought hues of violet and gold.
One called it Elegant.
The other, Expected.

Art and science schooled.
One sculpted from scraps.
The other dissected.

On the hill, they sat alone.
Holding each other,
Becoming one within the squeeze.

Trouble and Triumph: two sisters
Wondering whether their leaps would end
With blue ribbons or bruised knees.