A sister’s special day creates
A spark of joy all over the place
For though apart, sisters remain
Kimchee is prepared in Mackay,
Pansit is readied in the Philippines;
The oven is busy in Brisbane,
In San Francisco, there’s fondue.
And where there are sisters, prayers are spoken,
Which smell like perfumed flowers given out of love;
And when the angels overhear the song,
They celebrate God’s goodness above.
But wait, there are mothers, daughters and nieces, too —
And all the rest with their “I love yous”;
That’s the stuff of another poem, I suppose,
But for now my sister-poem needs to close.
(c) Ruth Solitario, 3 November 2013
Who says we can’t celebrate together, though apart? ~ This poem is for all my sisters, who, like grains of wheat were carried miles away to other places and have found their own piece of soil where they grew in beauty and in grace. May God continue to bless your bountiful gardens.