Gathered in the yard
the women of my family
told the wind their sorrows.
How little my angst sounded
compared to theirs,
how little we all looked
lying among the stars.
We washed our feet
in one another's tears
a promise upon our lips -
to dance around sadness
wearing brave hearts.
this quite reminds me of Marquez ~
ReplyDeleteWe washed our feet in one another's tears... Beautiful, and very evocative. A great write!
ReplyDeleteThere's such communion in this humble gathering -- most so for affirming that "dance around sadness / wearing brave hearts." Its a great metaphor for what's accomplished at Real Toads.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's what we do. Keep dancing, Kenia.
ReplyDeleteLovely final stanza to an emotional poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. Comfort in sorrow and hope.
ReplyDeletethe contrast makes the poem all the more poignant...love the last stanza...
ReplyDeleteYou produce such a living picture here, with such simple words, of the pattern of lives and relationships, of how we sustain each other and ourselves and fit into the larger patterns at the same time. Just excellent, and also, quite beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVivid, tender and beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteSuch a wonderful celebration of sisterhood, burdens shared and each sorrow set in its rightful place among the stars.
ReplyDeletesuch families, such women, make life quite rich for those around them… I just love this.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessing the support of a family can be. This wonderfully represents those ties.
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