when
young breath filled our lungs
and
a piece of bread was sharedwhen I’d cry you’d cry and when I’d
sing you’d sing we’d watch mama cry
and together we’d wonder why
we
had little of what others had
but
we had each other when youngbreath filled our lungs and we’d look
around and others looked different
than us and they’d laugh at us but
we’d hold hands, curious we’d stare back
and wonder why
now
that life has taken us in different roads
and
young breath no longer fills our lungstime has taken hermanos and hermanas
from our hold and the breathe in our lungs
so painfully evacuated when life took Mama
distance now threatens our shared existence
and we wonder why
there’s
few left who shared our youthful air
can
we sing again together, share anotherpiece of bread, come hold each other’s hand,
watch others stare at us through this veneer
called love, the sustenance that has prevailed
within our spirit and assuage the angst and pain
and no longer shall we wonder why
it is difficult, sometimes, for siblings to remain as close when the 'hub' of their family passes away. i feel it in my own - along with 1100+ miles of distance from my 'home'.
ReplyDeletegracias TexWis, you know exactly what the intent of this letter
DeleteOne wishes the sibling at a distance would return to the shared closeness of those early years....especially so in these vulnerable aging years when we need that shared support. Blessings to you, my friend........I share my virtual slice of bread with you, most happily.
ReplyDeletegracias mi amiga. i too will share a virtual slice of bread with you. through these steps we now more slowly take, we'll walk together as long as we can. smiles :)
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