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My Mother's Sisters

June 22, 2017

My mother’s sisters

Are sacred

Their children 

Their songs

Their grandchildren 

Their ceremonies

They walk with steps 

More steady than my own 

They have traveled far 

Through terrain 

My feet will never know

 

Some walked 

Through darkness

Some walked 

Through light

 

Each of them 

Carries

A gentle truth 

In her eyes

Deep brown 

And alive

They learned to 

Survive 

 

My mother’s sisters

Scare me

When I am not prepared 

For harshness

My skin fails me again

It is paper thin

To them

Their eyes tell me 

My blood 

Is made of water

Too weak 

To hold anything

Together

 

They are still 

So beautiful 

Even when 

I cannot speak

Or move

Or breathe

 

My mother’s sisters

Are sacred 

They hold candles 

To lead us with their footsteps

To lead us with their faith

 

They have fed me

Clothed me

Spoiled me

Spanked me

Loved me

 

Their tenderness

Their discipline

Some have lived through 

The worst

And kept it all in

Some are open books

With open doors

And open arms

 

My mother’s sisters 

Are sacred 

 

 

For my Aunties

 

 

With Love,

Joy Huntington

December 14, 2009 

 

 

 

 

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