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 -
Dana, that poem captures sisterhood. And the picture matches perfectly. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Dana.
ReplyDeleteBeauty for my eyes and ears and soul.
Love
Donna
Thank you Dana. What a lovely thing to do for our family.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janet