For My Sisters

June 2, 2013 at 12:12 pm

Mother, give me the sun.
-Henrik Ibsen

This poem began writing itself in my head around 3:00 this morning. I tried in vain to go back to sleep. Finally, I got up and put pencil to paper. Here’s what came out.

This poem is dedicated to my sisters, whose stories fill my heart with ache, and whom I pray for today.

3:00 a.m.
By Lani Axman

When I hear
A baby cry,
Her voice
Her song
An invisible vibration of longing
Penetrates my mortal shell,
Gliding through flesh and bone
Like a delicate silver thread.
It throbs with urgency
As it wraps around
And around
And around
My heart,
Bleeding ache.
And now
A hundred
A million
A hundred million
Tiny threads,
Bursting with a deafening silence,
Pull me from my sleep
Like newborns in the night,
“Wake up,”
Their silent voices throb,
“Cry for us,
Scream for us,

When I created “Our Sister’s Keepers” as an event a few weeks ago, my original goal was to get a million people to join me in spiritual solidarity today, June 2. We’re now at 1,227 participants based on the facebook event page’s stats. But perhaps, like me, those who are participating have children. And perhaps, like mine, those children will be joining our effort. That could significantly increase our numbers.

But, as I told my husband last night, “It doesn’t matter how many people are with us.” Even if it was only two people or ten people, it would be no less significant. Our “widow’s mite” is enough. I told my husband that I know our spirit sisters will be grateful for our efforts, regardless of our numbers, and I got that familiar tickle in my nose that usually comes before the tears. My husband said, “There’s your million.” And my eyes filled with water. I said, “A hundred million.”

We are joined by many today. Legions. Full of love and hope.

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