sister of the small people

 

Sister of small people

Touched by the evening breeze

Cool and inviting

After long weeks of heavy heat

Breath to weigh down my soul

And I lay crushed by its heel

In the debris

Sister of the little ones

You lift me up to the clouds

Coloured white by the moon

And starlight dances in my heart

Wounds will heal after the lifting

My shoulder, near my heart bears the scar

My mind may take longer but you

Sister

Have pulled me through.

sister of my soul

I listened to the wind you sent me

to remind me

to help me to remember

and I do

Sister of the small people

I know who I am now.

I am you.

~ Leigh-Anne Fraser 2012

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