Sisters Grief

I held space for a gentle friend.
Her daughter a kindred spirit to my Nora's end.

We've cried.
We've sang the story of our families.
Together with our men we have grown stronger with each bend.

Twisting, aching, laughing at the bizarre life we now lead as
                Mama of life
                Mama of death.

Harsh
        Yes but this is our then, now, on.

We are sisters grief and I thank her forever more.