Perhaps in the past
I should have given you balm in words
spoken with more vulnerably
when you needed me to.
I often shrugged the loads of a baby sister
onto a bigger without thought of
the wheels you had to pull with me inside.
I do not forget that you were my giant
when my hands were so small.
Nor would I ever cast away memories
that wove my admiration of you
for they still are set in seams.
Perhaps I could have told you sooner
that no matter how different we are
or where we step
in the progression of change
that you are what I know in family
through our history,
and all that I know about sisterhood
comes from this.
I do not forget that
one of the most beautiful souls
I have ever known, bound us together
she painted our worlds forever with a love
that could never fade.
The color of her strength,
all the sacrifices she made
were for moments such as these
when I could tell you or you could tell me
‘her love lives through us’
pardoning the skin of our separateness
and still breathing a kindred
love to a fragile, human heart.
I know that every twine we wrap
around these moments
last longer than just memories
they are the gifts we will forever yield
to those we will leave behind one day.
Perhaps I should have told you
when you were whispering to the stars
so quietly, I thought I could hear
more than what was spoken…
that the sunrise shed a light for me
to see past your silences in the dark
– of words to be
in how you needed to know
how much I love you.
May this ink embolden a reminder
in the days ahead without poems
that I care, always have before words
could come into their own
may the noon cast our shadows at the same height
after the yesteryear’s that were learning how to walk,
may we know we are not alone
whispering to the night
after all is said and done,
because we have each other
in all the highs and lows
and for what our similarities and differences are
we meet therein
© Tammy Mezera 2015