Raksha Bandhan
For my sisters, Julie and Elen. For brother John, who is no longer with us.
Tradition bids me tie a ribbon on your wrist
To say that you and I are related,
And it will always be
No matter what
What husband, what wife,
what daughter, what son,
What lover, what friend,
May kisses, caresses
Abound.
May wounds be few.
No matter,
There will be love.
What prizes and honors won,
Include the ones you lost,
What joy, what laughter,
what grief, what loss,
What trouble, what pain,
what fear, what tear, what discovery,
Embrace it freely.
In this moment
You are my world.
We are blood and yet so different
It makes no difference
What barrier, what fence
What wall, what boundary.
Cross, venture, explore,
A postcard now and then might be nice.
Calls are also cheap these days,
But neither is required.
I know there are only so many
Seconds, minutes, years granted to us.
Use them as best you can.
As best we can.
I will try.
Make mistakes,
I will join you.
We are forgiven in advance.
You are encouraged to make as many as possible
Unharmed or even injured.
Try to stay safe.
Continue please.
You encourage me.
Forgive me if I have hurt you.
It was not intentional.
I know that I can be blind and careless.
You are also forgiven.
The world as we find it
Is a blessing.
You are part of my world.
Sounds trite
But it’s true.
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