June 13, 2014Blowing a Kiss to My Sister
My hand went up to my eyes
getting wide as I laid a soft kiss
on the palm of my hand.
I lowered my hand, forming a 90 degree angle,
and then supporting it on my bony chin
I watched my sister do the same,
revealing her beaming face.
As we blew our flower petal
kisses off our hands,
prepared to catch each other’s,
and gobble up the comfort wrapped within them,
the sting of wetness welled up in my eyes.
A dark storm cloud hovered over me,
giving me the unwanted worry of her safety
overseas in Uganda.
The loneliness of the cloud
gave me the thought
that this would be my last way to connect with her
for what would feel like the time it takes
to travel the whole world.
from 2014 RYPA