Reunion

Written by: Tamra Amato

Brother, brother, sister, we meet together.
The vigil flame of childhood burned so fast.
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever

The season of our joy creates the weather
July reunion eclipses any darkness of the past.
Brother, brother, sister, we meet together.

Family, our bond, it is a treasure.
Dad, then Mom died—souls spun, tornadoed, dropped and smashed.
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever

An alchemy of alcohol and drugs infused our pleasure,
Consumed our innocence, trust and security shaken, terrified, harassed. 
Brother, brother, sister, we meet together.

Armored we survived the wounds and anger
Bruised by a god and goddess, confused by their caring in contrast.
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever.

Love saved us, it is so tender
Its enduring strength so vast---
Sister, Brothers, breathing separate and together
Mother, Father, your spirits live in storms of stars forever.