For You, I Wish the Intangible




I see the lights outside eager homes. I hear the music play throughout department store walls and there is an excitement on the children’s faces that remind us another year has passed. It is holiday season once more. A time to celebrate, to express love and kindness… Our country is at war, politicians launch battles against one another, and parents can’t leave children outside to play. These tragedies I speak of do not remove my holiday spirit, they guide it. They give me vision of what I should celebrate, how I should love and what to share. As I inscribe this Wish, I know I could address it to most, for life’s walk challenges us all. It is the holidays. I have been programmed to give you something I can wrap, something with a bow but my heart searches elsewhere. I want to give you love but I do not know how to wrap it. I want to give you respect but could not find a box big enough. I want to give you my trust but I do not think the mail carrier could carry it all… I wish for you those things you can not touch. I wish you freedom from anxieties, loneliness, and pains of the heart. I wish you the miracles gone unseen as roses blossom in backyards, winter becomes spring again and again and the sun rises to warm you each and every morning... If this holiday season I could give you anything I would wrap your fears, your tears and hold them far from your reach. I would give you enough loyalty to erase your betrayals and any sadness… This holiday season I will wrap you a gift, but “I love you” is what I mean to give.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


You wilt like a flower, fold to the floor. I offer you my arms to hold, my shoulders to lean against. I hear you think. See you from miles away. Your guests have left your party but I remain. You laugh and I laugh, you hurt and I hurt. You falter but I see reason, you blunder but I see growth. And you know what is meant by “we are not born with all of our sisters.” I wilt like a flower, fold to the floor. You offer me your arms to hold, your shoulders to lean against. You hear me think. You see me from miles away. My guests have left my party but you remain. I laugh, you laugh, I hurt and you hurt. I falter but you see reason, I blunder but you see growth. And I know what is meant by “we are not born with all of our sisters.” We grew with different walls, walked different halls but we found each other along the way; a best friend worthy of family, a best friend simply worthy. Find comfort in my trust, release your anxiety to my loyalty. If you hunger I will feed you, if you fall ill I will nurse you. My home is your home, my family your family. You are the keeper of my secrets and I of yours. A sister, a hand to pull you up when you fall, a hand to shelter you as you grow old, a hand always there to hold…We found each other along the way and to the end we will walk. Now we know what is meant by “we are not born with all of our sisters.” I wish for you what is meant to be a sister. I wish for you, my sister, to call me sister.
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