I recall the days of backyard games,
And birthday cakes
With both our names;
Two days
were all that separated us
From being one.
My friend, my sister --
We never left the cheer of youth
In times we fell;
Scraped knees, wiped tears --
Our aches forgotten
Even after
We were beaten and bruised by life.
My friend, my sister --
Now that you are not here,
That laughter of yours
Lives inside me with your ever
lovely smile.
I still see you out of the corner of my eye.
My friend, my sister --
I see your chestnut eyes;
Beautiful as a sunset in summer
And as spellbinding as your
Cascading hair
And charisma of your peacock walk.
My friend, my sister --
I can’t forget your generous heart;
Its unwavering loyalty to
Everyone you met,
Its constant care for
The two lives
You bore and all the tears it shed.
My friend, my sister --
And each day I remember you,
I do so with the joy
Of knowing you;
I’m grateful for having had you
As my friend, my sister.
Know that my love is truer than blood.
My friend, my sister --
2010 Helena Malheur
I like the peacock walk. A lot in those few words. :)
ReplyDeleteVery well said Helena..!!
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That is a beautiful poem Helena, so moving, so lovely - and such a real and true tribute, it makes me want to see your friend, your sister, to know her. I am so sorry for your heartbreak, for your loss. But happy you shared the rhythm of your journey with her!
ReplyDeleteThank you Shaista! Very kind of you to leave a comment. Yes, she was a great friend, a sister whom I'd known since age four.
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