Sister
was a strange new word i learned to say
when i but nine and then some years
felt spurned by those whose cares
suddenly some elsewhere lay.
though quickly i learned life always answers to life
and gives up its secret there,
love uncovered rises to its time
and delights our children fair. then i could not know
what wondrous fare would bring from time to time
treasures to my near ten years already
thinned out in leavings of fall colored trees—
none well marked by a small child me—
that there upon that snow shod afternoon
under a pale winter sun become the day of your birth –
my lamp was relit and the day was shorn
of all its out grown earth.
o dragonfly of time that brought you to me
what strange experience this life;
child hand and nose drip
are what i remember most of mine,
yet you showed me the sacred and the trip
of life in all its splendor, a beauty ship
you sail on now to your own rose flowered family.
and though i see your road of love paved smooth and sure
i know not what lies on time’s other side
the bounds of beyond are closed to me
just as traces of the all past done
misted over by time and tide.
yet dawn hath a new day crowned today, and thus i might
lose sight of all that’s gone
in a dazzling bright entreaty
of all this beauty, all your loves yet still undone.
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