“Sister, From You New Life Grows”
Dusted sunlight
rays of sparkling gold
through windows
on the August evening
you were born.
I was ten years old
when I met you,
when I opened that door
to the back room of our house
where your flushed pink body
laid on the breast of our mother.
I loved you immensely
immediately
instinctively
incredibly.
There are no instructions
or warnings for how
and when to fall in love—
This is magic,
a spell conjured by unseen spirits,
an unstoppable force of energy.
You birthed something new
in my heart.
When I see you now
I see turquoise colors of the sea,
ribbons of glass casting rainbow prisms,
mangos dropping, dripping sweet
and sticky into open hands,
compassion.
I see emerald jewels
wrapped in golden wire
crowned, pink roses woven
in arches, night gardens
of gardenia breezes, moonlit,
strength.
There are few who know
your stories as I do.
How have I been gifted
this place—
listening to the words you speak,
the laughter that rises from your brilliance?
I can mistake with such rich vivid detail
memories of yours for my own,
and the color of your eyes
in any moment tell me
of your suffering or your delight.
This is how it feels
to be threaded together like flowers
in this hand we’ve been given.
Sister,
You have grown into the garden
of The Mother’s Heart.
Every new life springs up
from you.
My sister is magic. Find her floral art at:
ART BY SARAH MAE
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