Sister

A Poem by Ronda

This is about a very good friend of mine who is Crow Indian, while I am Dutch. I miss her very much.

The winds blow the symphony
of our ancestors
that fought, bled

and mingled long ago

I feel you in my blood
your life
your pain
your joy

We were sisters, you in I,
in a place centuries ago
bound by the love of our familial ways
bound by the pains of our upbringing

Your crow black hair;
mine so blond and dutch
we look so different
but it is you who I miss most

My sister
My friend
My confidant
My fellow gypsy