Stands in the shoes of the lonely and destitute
Is quietly wise, soft-spoken yet astute
Sows with joy the bounty of wisdom's fruits
Tends to the heart with words that soothe
Embraces that two, in unity, can stand resolute
Reaches across the silence with laughter and truth
Harbours a love that runs deep, flowing profuse
Offers her light without limit or excuse
Overcomes, by the Lamb's power, all cycles of abuse
Drawn closely to His side - forever her chains are loosed
was nothing
next to you, and now, and bipolar
schizophrenia.
You create better art
than Picasso.
You write better poetry
than Shakespeare.
You are my sister
and that means more
than anything smaller
could ever hope to be.
my love, God.
I want to spend
The remains of the night
with my husband.
He is my soul,
as you are my husband, God.
I lied.
I read the cards.
I saw hope in the first card,
and offering in the second.
In the third,
I saw light
that was being offered,
right when I needed it.
Thank you, Lauren.
I believe in you,
and God,
and sisterhood,
and love (and/in)
life.
Lauren, we are not little women.
We are strong and thunderous-hearted.
We are transcendentalists.
Tahira and the cardinals see us
through beady, unflinching eyes.
We used to put on plays in mom’s
maternity Mickey Mouse T-shirts,
scarves and sunglasses.
The sprinkler
interrupted our productions.
Dad used his 90’s camcorder.
We tried to be serious and dramatic
when the Titanic sank.
You served the tea
to Alex, Tahira, and me.
In the book, the sisters laughed at Amy
“And jerked herself along
as if she went by machinery.”.
We hold each other up
in this world that doesn’t wait for us
to catch up, or care enough for poetry.
Forget the world and keep writing.
Lauren, my more than little woman.
*Title and quote are references to Louisa May Alcott’s novel: Little Women
Bound by threads of love so fine,
Girls gather close, and their spirits shine.
A sisterhood of dreams, they weave,
A tapestry of hope, they believe.
With laughter shared, and tears they shed,
They stand together, strong ahead.
Supporting dreams, with a gentle hand,
A sisterhood, in this new land.
Their voices blend, a chorus strong,
As they uplift, where they belong.
A sisterhood, a guiding light,
Embracing dreams, with all their might.
It is your heart that I admire,
Bigger than the universe
Brighter than the morning star.
The role you play as a sister,
Fills my life with a craft.
It is your understanding I admire,
Bringing missing pieces to my puzzle.
The many times you come to rescue in a storm.
You have been a guide to my life,
An angel that guards my heart.
And in my garden you're the sweetest berry.
I have abundance in you,
It is the footprints you leave, and I am following.
With every decision you make, Cautiously!
It leaves my heart pumping fine wine.
It is your strrength I admire,
Taking my responsibilities as your own,
Openly giving.
you know exactly how to warm a heart,
...Exactly how to revive a mind.
You are one of a kind,
Even actions speaks louder,
Appreciated you are, to highest decree.
I thank God daily for those in my corner, which help me in God keeps me from falling. I thank the Father for the Brethren and the Sisterhood, Elohim blessed children Helpers one to another AMEN
5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
My fears and woes are washed away
As I bathe myself in moonlight
My naked skin held by the sea
Fills my heart with delight.
The sisterhood all here together
Praising Mother Earth
The love we hold within our souls
Fuels our monthly rebirth.
So as we all consider
What the new lunation brings
Manifesting our desires
And to give our new dreams wings.
Once out of a mother’s womb,
Labourers we all are,
Till we reach our tomb.
We labour for ourselves and others, day and night,
For breakfast, lunch and dinner we all fight.
Yes, we struggle day and night for our basic rights,
And motivate ourselves out of predicament during the flight of life.
Respect all fellow labourers,
Irrespective of whether they are engineers or farmers.
Don’t make it tougher for them to walk further,
By burdening them with the sharp words of predicament .
All of us are brothers and sisters,
United we stand and divided we fall,
Together, we must stand tall,
And help when we hear each other’s crying call.
Let us contribute towards untangling the world
From the clutches of predicament,
So every labourer works with joy and without resentment,
And work becomes a place of excitement and enjoyment.
a limited brotherhood is a limited respect
limit is limit of a brotherhood
limit is limit of respect
respect is a limited energy of respect
respect is a limited energy of a brotherhood
respect is a limited energy of a energy
respect is a energy of respect
a limited energy,a limited respect
a sister is a energy of a sister
a sister is a energy of respect
a sister limit the energy of a sister
a sister limit the energy of a brotherhood
a sister is a brotherhood sister
a sisterhood is a limited respect of a sisterhood
a limited respect is a limited sisterhood
respect is a limited respect of a sisterhood
energy is a sisterhood energy
energy is a sisterhood respect
a sisterhood and brotherhood is a limited energy
a sisterhood and brotherhood is a limited energy of a energy
a sisterhood and brotherhood is a limited energy of respect
Grandma says
that peaches are the best fruit.
Sticky and sweet, with
yellow flesh and rosy cheeks,
and pink in my mind's eye.
A salve for mental wounds,
she said.
She grew up
with the greatest big peach trees
in her backyard.
They overlooked her farm
with its golden rye
and indigo grass so fragrant
it bit the roots of my throat.
She sang her peaches soft in the summer
and reaped them ripe for her brothers
and watched them grow
in the French sun,
dancing with them when they fell
and loving them into pâtisserie.
These days I pick her peaches
as she watches for the last time
the trees that touched
her mother, and hers before,
and water the ground
when her fingers are too old.
Doing my part
in the namesake of sisterhood
for the indefinite daughters
to come.
These are the peaches,
great pink European peaches,
That are the sweetest.
Here I stand with my sisters.
We call upon the ancient one.
Near me, I know.
Something will greet us soon.
My hands raised to the sky.
I cry out to our mother.
We invite her into our circle.
We ask for blessings upon us.
Our sacred ground
is ours for a reason.
We meet on this full moon's night,
to speak to our ancestors.
I am happy to be given a family,
from the one who blessed us.
For we are the ones who weren't destroyed.
We shall rise once more.
When I was beaten down at a new low
she lifted me up from the depths below.
When I fell quite ill she was always there
with a helping hand, giving love and care.
Tho each different, our moods would collide,
but down deep, our love we could never hide.
When from time to time we would live apart
we always kept each other in our heart.
And now we live together once again,
in our old age, let the patience begin.
We’ve learned to let humor temper it all
with a kind word if the other might fall.
Sisters made stronger, as if we were one
from our first breath, the connection begun.
Today, I celebrate my Best Friend Forever (BFF).
You are a true woman of God
Who knows the true meaning of friendship
Thank God for you and for your friendship
We share a sisterhood that is divinely created.
Blessings on you today.
Women dance in step
Happy rhythmic rumba style-
Sisters, one and all
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