Sister

Sister

I met a woman

She looked like my sister

So I approached her with caution

Cast glances from the side of my eyes

But she was softer

Her presence was gentle

She smiled and it reached her eyes

She smiled and it reached my soul

Embodied feminine

A Mother

She was a salve on old wounds

Showering us with a gentle love 

And because I was wary

It took me a while to realise

That she is my Sister