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Written on August 6, 2023
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for Judy, who stole my heart before I could part with my fears
“Is solace anywhere more comforting than that in the arms of a sister?”—Alice Walker.
Not my sister, yet it felt
Like she was my sister, more than just my
Aunt, my supporter – my confidant
Ten years older than me,
Not to the day, but to the month
She was a December baby
And I was born in late November
Winter’s rising, poking fun
At those gold and amber leaves
Lying, twisted topsy turvy
Over the earth, surrounded by
Overcast skies and naked trees
Who were quite shy -
With their bare branches - bottoms shining
Delighted, emphasizing
Winter’s talent for coloring the soul
Harshly, like a long stroll through fanciful
Shores, beaches alive with the wind
Silencing even the tenderest waves, the
Soothing, savoring the thoughts who pour
Over the spirit, humming in sing-song
Voices capable of coloring the whole heart
In hues of light, softness reflecting
Inside the moment, a memory floating
On the edges of her razor sharp mind, a mind
Alive with exertion, drudging into the august
Whimsy, dreading November’s dark
And, then – in December, the creamy layers
Of yesterday flowing on rivers of grace,
Promising her that, yes, there would be
Moments when she would not understand
The way her niece, like a sister – fell back
In her shadows, letting her lead
Like there had been a plan instead of just
The realization that she was stronger,
More capable, stable – like the ancient wisdom
Displayed on the thoughts of those
Who believe in God who created everyone,
The God who created even the dark –
Just so He’d be able to show the whole world
What it feels like to relish the moonlight,
The starry skies glistening in grace,
Soothing away the murky presence of night,
When even the soul feels shy,
Feeling like her prayers were more heard –
More heeded by the One who promised
His love would never let us leave the grace
That blends our faith with forever,
Meaning, someday – when the time is right,
She and I, my sister impression – the sense
Of sister who I never had, yet craved…
She will be there with me, in the light
Staring, awestruck… into the eyes of life,
The light of life, the cry of life…
In His eyes… is the reflection of you and I,
When we quietly accept the hand
Who was nailed to the cross that should
Have been ours, the cross that decided
To make the difference in our destiny,
Forever – she and I, you and me…
Will abide on the other side, with the life
Who is the only reason we can claim
To know the meaning of love that never dies!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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