Today’s chosen poem is in honor of my sister who is arriving at my house tomorrow for NINE (count ’em) NINE days, with my beloved brother-in-law, niece and nephew. Rapture.

And did I mention that they live on the other side of the world?

This is a daily ache for me. 
I often wish we were sharing one big stock pot of soup, but instead here am I and there she is. 
Way over there. 

Sigh.

Fortunately, these days, there is email and airmail and Skype. 
But still, nothing counts like gettin’ up-close-and-personal. 

I think Lucille Clifton gets it. Don’t you?

sisters

me and you be sisters.
we be the same.

(Read the whole poem.)