To Sister, With Love Poem by hajara abdul khader

I


I don't know how it means to have one,
As I haven't any.
But I have a picture
That's been hidden within, for years.
It's only a simple sketch,
As by a child,
Yet it means a lot to me.
Space's been built in as years passed,
The absence way too long.
With time I hope to leap over it,
I only ask, dear sister, if...
You could x'cuse me wherever I fail.

II

The glorious moment you arrive,
Dear sister, I begin to see life in colors.
The picture changes;
The cracked surface of my self sprouts,
The spring from my thoughts spurts.
You bring to me the late showers of love,
The most awaited joy of celebration.
You're like
The late arrival of cuckoo in spring,
The thrill of an explorer after discovery,
The glory of innocence in childhood,
The spirit of a hard attained revelation.
You may not appreciate, but,
You've been the longing of my childhood days,
The void that swept away better part of my life,
Leaving its solitary cloisters painfully empty.
I do not look forward, with hope,
Only too aware of what it could reap.
But, for now,
I believe it's for the better.