My Sisters

written May 1, 2000

My sisters,

where have our smiles gone?

why have they disappeared?

Our faces,

once lit by laughter,

now lay distorted and tear-stained

on soft, salty pillows

We've come so fart

through this war

Somewhere in the backs of our minds

we still hold that at the end of the rainbow

there is a pot of gold

and that just over the horizon

lies a castle with a prince

But no matter how far we go,

there's never anything

but pain, misery, tears

Dawn approaches

Our bloodshot eyes

slam shut

at the first sign of light

So let's dry our tears,

sisters dear,

and make some ground today

being sure to touch just one along the way

And tonight, we'll lie down, once more

embracing each other

as veterans of a sort

We'll cry just a little less

or perhaps just a little more

tonight

But when dawn comes in the morn

we'll still be here to dry each others

lingering tears