May18
Silence, stillness, and solitude,
those sisters who walked by my house
every day for years, long braids
swinging with their gentle laughter,
secrets sliding between them,
those sisters I pretended not to see,
making myself look too busy to chat
or ducking inside when I heard
their footsteps, those sisters have
started stopping by for daily visits.
Now, instead of hiding, I leave
the door open for them, set the table
for four, and smile when they stroll in
and stay longer than I ever could
have imagined I would let them.
I love this poem….I want to use it sometime. I just did a presentation for 24 eighth graders on the importance of honoring our sisterhood as we change the world one boy at a time…ha! I wish I had this poem for them…I will now. It perfectly describes what we give up when we do relationships with men like we think we are supposed to…almost exclusively…our deep bond with our sisters.
This might be my favorite of them all.
This might be my favorite of yours.