| A SISTERS’ REUNION
Sisters, these poems, Reunion and Sista’s Song,
were written by my dear friend and SisterSpeak
contributor Nichelle Nichols who visited me this
past summer after completing her Masters thesis.
Nichelle and I have known one another for nearly
14 years, and have navigated the terrain of mother-
hood, marriage, and life as ambitious young mothers,
wives, and aspiring world-changers.
We’ve laughed, cried, juggled college, career, and
diaper-changing while nursing our babies, of which
we both have four. We’ve babysat for one another,
celebrated milestones together, and shared in one
another’s victories and losses.
Needless to say, we are blessed with a friendship
that transcends distance, time, and life’s many
changes. Nichelle’s words bring me to tears each
time I read them, and I hope you too find beauty
in them, and that fond thoughts of your sisterfriends
warm your heart as you join in the melody of a sweet
“Reunion” and a “Sista’s Song”. --Editor
REUNION
Oh my God!
Girl you look great!
No! You look great!
smiles
hugs
laughter
validation through the eyes
of a beloved
at ease
at home
exile ends
reunion begins
trumpets sound
years of updates
telephone calls
emails
are now
fleshy fruit
succulent
ripe
for our feast
buffet style
on each other’s lives
Girl c’mon over here!
we pick up and run
legs moving swiftly
but not as quick as our mouths
to bring absent days
expanded over years
into the current
month of our existence
hard to catch breath
moving too fast
to seize time
still passing
as we capture
a moment in
this reunion
--Nichelle Nichols
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SISTA’S SONG
Us
a sisterhood
built on respect
fragranced with adoration
sustained by the conviction
to be free
as the women
we know each other
to be
You
the gatherer of my whispers
the vase for my multicolored seeds
inspire me
fuel me
to bloom
give combustion
to my ordinary potion
illuminates the dark
with a cloud of
coconut and lime
scented with love and loyalty
We
share webbed lives
enmeshed with
husbands children jobs
suffering and blessings
infused with little girl dreams
colored in pink
and lavender
ballet shoes and poetry
that brings the kind of laughter
comedians try to buy
flows naturally
and loud
from my throat
my soul
because I am at home with you
kindred love
my sister
my sista!
my sistuh!!
--Nichelle Nichols |
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