You--My Sister

[Jassy Melson]

I see you much clearer than you think,
you with five offspring
and not yet twenty-five years of age.
Your frail physical form
evokes feelings of sharp pain
within my equally weak soul.
I weep for you, my sister, as I weep for me.

You left our wounded sick household
at so tender an age--still a woman-child,
I remember you then with a sad smile,
torn between two worlds.

And now, my sister, what of today?
Are you still searching for that house on the golden hill,
or have you found home?

How strange that we have never said "I love you"
when looking toward each other.
Perhaps we've never really seen.
Anyway, these words are for you,
you of the ill body
and unknown mind.