My Childhood Friend

We conquered the world one summer day
After another which was its twin.
We were the Siamese detached at birth.
We were twins birthed from the same mother-muse;
She insulted my doll-I was too old, she said-
But she changed her mind that Christmas
And we played with our dolls again.
Never the same game twice, each day new ground
To cover and to conquer, each day
A citadel to be taken.