Sisters go through phases Of the rising and setting moon Sharing laughter of an lost language Time captured in bottles To be opened again After absence and distance And change.
To open and drink down the elixir A concoction of connection that hits fast Bubbles of memories Hick-ups of the poignant points past Between real life boasting.
Getting to know daily rituals and styles Each sister developed so differently. Acceptance is the only shared emotion As well as wonder and curiosity Related by blood Yet so easy as friends Not many are so lucky.
No matter how close we get to a friend Our time capsule is filled to brim Of decades worth of silliness and shame. Doses of reality, moments of reflection Not all was fun and joy.
The hard times molded our genuineness Conflict shaped our resilience Anxiety dealt with in opposite Sill never letting go Together in suffering we bonded Holding close our sanity and hearts.
Alas, our time together waxes and wanes Always there but not always visual. "I love you Rai Rai." "Same same Blue Jai." Together in the imagination station.
I wrote this for my sister, after spending two grief filled weeks alone together after our grandfather died. We survived on each other's humor and natural grace of life.