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       POETRY & ARTS

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


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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