Raksha Bandhan
For my sisters, Julie and Elen. For brother John, who is no longer with us. Tradition bids me tie a ribbon on your wrist To say that you and I are related, And it will always be No matter what What husband, what wife, what daughter, what son, What lover, what friend, May kisses, caresses Abound. May wounds be few. No matter, There will be love. What prizes and honors won, Include the ones you lost, What joy, what laughter, what grief, what loss, What trouble, what pain, what fear, what tear, what discovery, Embrace it freely. In this moment You are my world. We are blood and yet so different It makes no difference What barrier, what fence What wall, what boundary. Cross, venture, explore, A postcard now and then might be nice. Calls are also cheap these days, But neither is required. I know there are only so many Seconds, minutes, years granted to us. Use them as best you can. As best we can. I will try. Make mistakes, I will join you. We are forgiven in advance. You are encoura