who’ve cried, laughed, strolled foreign and familiar lands with me and
allowed each place to feel like home,
each inside joke to feel like a hug,
each boisterous laugh to feel like a glass of great wine after a long day
sisters, stars in my sky.
my sisters, hearts, stars across my sky;
who know the value of everything.
who are to me what i am to them.
earnest, beautiful dancing spirits.
by god i am so blessed.
that i awake and know i have them-
all aware of all the ways they are human-
and embrace every inch of their life with the utmost care and
prayer of thanks,
to their bodies,
out in this world with open hearts and magic on their tongues,
love in their fingertips.