(Poem) My Beloved Sisters by Mary Saracino

Trinacria personal archives, photo by Mary Saracino

We were birthed
from the same woman’s body,
emerging from the 
pain of our mother’s labor,
screaming, proclaiming our
existence to ourselves
and to her.
Each a girl-child.
Me, the first,
and five years later, Teresa,
and three years more, Margaret.
Three females, strong and healthy,
inheritors of our mother’s heritage,
gifts to her and to each other.

But, we owe more than life
to our mother,
more than blood lines.
She breathed love into us
that we might share it
with each other.
With the wisdom of her woman’s heart,
she taught us the allegiance
of an embrace.
We are each an extension of the other,
mother to daughters to sisters to daughters to mother,
a woman-bond created and renewed
in our clasped hands.
A strength unshakeable, 
a love eternal,
a sisterhood irreplaceable
and forever true.

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