ode of two sisters

we are sisters, you and i
we bore our children
and we bore hurt,
we bled and keep bleeding
and nurture,
they keep growing,
living and dying on us.

we watch their games,
their playing and merry-making,
their laughter strikes the same chords in the air
their shouts of glee and sudden tantrums,
thier tears at night, dreams and wishes,
our stars, our heavens,
both hear their nightly prayers
and send them to sound sleep.

we see them thrive,
in fleeting moments,
enduring moments,
see them take each second’s triumph,
each second’s fall,
take them to heart
one second to the next.

they are conquered and conqueror
kings and slaves,
heroes and traitors,
lovers and adulterers,
saints and sinners,
educated and ignorant,
laborers and bumbs,
parents and orphans,
children, our children
they are

one, with many colors,
all the same.
all different.

we love them
singly, deep and unending,
to their graves,
to lives that come after,
we shall remain
their mother.

they have gone so far,
some do not return,
their faces never forgotten,
their voices, we still hear,
and remember

and remember

for you and i
are sisters,
we,
our same earth,
our same skies,
our same waters,
will endure
their inescapable
destinies.


ode of two sisters
(of two lands, a song)