The six

   Last are the days of emptiness. Hold tight to the
warmth of the sun. Remembering all the laughs and
giggles that were of me.

   Tiny are the smiles that recall the whispers
between siblings and cousins. So close we were. We
all had our own secrets and most intertwined. Ah
how funny we were. The six of us.

   One day at a time. Big sigh created, released. No
tears fall just a soft whimper as I recall the last time
I saw my cousins. Still I hope I get to see my sibling,
my sister in the new system. I hope. I pray.

   Not missing. Just recalling. Not crying. Just hoping.
Breathing slowly and relaxing. Reminding self that
no worries should I tackle alone. Always with
Jehovah on my side.

   Still questions form. Why didn't she listen to me?
Oh it matters not now. Not at war with the reasons.
Just curious. Just sifting the memories.

   Thoughts cross my closed lids and I thank Jehovah
for pulling the doubt away from me. Giving me the
hope, the dream of yes.

   Here I sit happy that I can still talk to family on
occasion. Grateful that some are kind and
understanding. As for those who are still hating or
judging, I pray and hope for you to change. For you
to see my changes. For you to finally realize I am
happy.

   Eventually, maybe they will grow. Who knows but
Jehovah. I lean on him for I know if I allow my heart
to rule me I will no doubt be in some big battles
among family.

   So I am thankful to remember the times that have
passed. A big grin caresses my face. Ah the six of us
up to mischievousness. Who us? Not me and we all
would clamber down the hallways. All innocent! Ha!

   So my friends, my family laugh with me. Recalling
the days gone of youth, of childhood.

   Hmm so now a sigh escapes and I softly giggle.