Shadows danced along
the ground as we
walked hand in hand
A canopy of curved
branches and fluttering
leaves woven overhead
Our steps attempting to
catch tiny moments
of light dancing
with the shadows
A give and take
not to be ignored
Like the give and take
between the two of us
Sisters, friends, not always
in agreement – Yet, willing
to walk hand in hand
under the canopy
Whether light
or shadow
leads our steps
There we were
Standing on
Grandma’s
Front porch
Me and Mom
All her sisters
Even Grandma
Was there
Talking
Smiling
Strange how young
She looked
I should have
Been a child
And yet, there
I stood
Seeing her
Seeing them
Thru grown-up eyes
A gift of its own
As one sister
Drove away
We all waved
Thru smiles
Thru tears
Uncertain of her return
Such is the bond
Mothers, daughters, sisters
Pouring love and strength
Thru laughter and tears
Over each new generation
Of mothers, daughters, sisters
I awoke
In a sea
Of emotions
Thankful for
Strong women
In my past
Thankful for
Vivid dreams
And memories
Piano Girl 