Arise my sister

Arise my sister from sleep,

homecoming bittersweet,

no mischievous smile,

or devilish grin,

 

Front lawn echoes,

of girlish shrill,

 juicy gossip

 and off key singing,

 

Soccer fields spur visions,

of bungled kicks,

hunky treats,

and Cola soft drinks,

 

Passing sidelong glances,

flirty winks,

haphazard cover stories,

 aahh your first love bliss,

 

life ushered us down

separate paths,

 different dreams

future’s beckoning

 

Christmas holidays

 stirs memories,

a tug, a pull to the home,

of which you dreamed

 

down the road,

across the stream,

my feet refuse,

protesting,

 

 new images,

made from whispers,

from broken souls,

still pondering,

 

over broken walls,

piecing screams,

pleading,

until silence reigned

supreme,

 

locked outside

unable to stop,

the hell

within,

 

one day,

someday,

I will begin,

my trek,

 

to say goodbye,

to the woman,

I never got to meet,

 

till then arise my sister

come and meet the children

 of whom

 I dreamed

 

Of all the poems I have written this was definately one of the hardest. I would love feedback on it. If any of you are willing to provide some.

Thank you Maiya