My younger sister was very instrumental in me finding my daughter. Someday I will post the condensed version and the role she played. I cannot thank her enough.
In the months following my reunion with my daughter, my sister wrote this poem. I was always the writer in the family. Truth be told, she aint so bad herself.
My Sister’s Eyes
So many years ago, I heard the cries
I saw the tears in my sisters eyes.
Only 13 I hadn’t a clue
She cried every night, what could I do?
It came one day, she confided in me
At 17, she was a mother to be.
She’d be leaving soon, going so far away
My big sister, how I wished she could stay.
We gave big hugs, said our goodbyes
I saw the tears in my sister’s eyes.
She’d had a girl, mom told me in May
Mom would go see her, for a quick stay.
I had no idea, the anguish gone through
Not pain of birth, but her heart ripped in two
Half went to baby, half with her stayed
Hoping together, they would be one day.
I went to visit, had some good times.
But I could still see the tears in her eyes.
Move forward some years, now with husband and son
A new chapter in life, for sure has begun
And then it had happened, on June 28
Her picture on-line, we did locate.
There was no mistake, yet could it be?
She looked so much like her amazingly
She has my sisters eyes.
I cannot imagine the anguish she feels.
The primal desire, but unable, surreal.
The hunger for daughter, yet to satiate
How many more years must she wait?
It’s awful to see, to witness her pain
Nothing can I do, no comfort obtain.
Until it should come, a blessed of days,
She will be met with her own gaze.
She will see her eyes
My sisters eyes.