Chapter 2 – To My Sisters

31 Aug

Sweet young birds you are

Or butterflies

Tasting the nectar of life

Welcoming the sun

Or frolicking in the rain

You grow

Like the strongest vine climbs to the

Top of the tallest building

It will take some time

And patience

But those who have raised you

Will soon come to see you reach your summit

No mountain too steep

No current rough enough

To bring you under

Walk, my sisters, talk together

Open your hearts and minds to exploration

For as sad as it may seem

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing – but our love and adoration

Of each other

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