Monday, April 26, 2010

Yellow

Today I'm thinking about the Glyman family, extended. They lost a sister (Sue) over the weekend. And while I never had the opportunity to meet her in real life, I do know one of her sisters, Donna at Quiet Life. So, in this very small way, I honor their grief by highlighting the strength of sisters in this colorful poem.


You were yellow,
I was red, including pink and some
lavenders.  If the lavenders
got too bluish, they were Tita's, our
blue sister, who could also have
green if she wanted.  Our baby sister
wasn't even born yet, and
then she was mostly in white for a few
years until she stared learning
her colors and wanted all of them for
herself.  We were ingrained in
our colors; to this day, almost thirty
years later, I see a sunset,
and I think, yours.

Dominican-American
 poet, novelist, and essayist
1950 -      




Sunset
John Constable
British Oil Painting, 1828

3 comments:

  1. Dana, that poem captures sisterhood. And the picture matches perfectly. Thank you.

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  2. Thank you Dana.
    Beauty for my eyes and ears and soul.
    Love
    Donna

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  3. Thank you Dana. What a lovely thing to do for our family.

    Love,
    Janet

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