Sweet Kinship

I sat, for the first time, in my sculptured womanly age
Shoulders square and torso erect
voice articulate and hair relaxed, then spun, then relaxed again
My transformations from who i was and where i socialized
were obvious, distinct, fluent and astonishing!

I stared in her eyes of dilated pupils and shifted the tint of loss
her dark, chapped lips cackled in eagerness, "I missed you?"
At...that...moment i jolted to reality to find that, after 15 years of distance, i am touching with the rugged, yet nurturing features of my birth mother

Harnested hatred escaped like the flash of light and tumbled to a demeaning dungeon; bundling with neglect, abandonment and scrappy affection
and shared with it, their dust
Wrinkled eyes now tearful, searched my face; as weather-beaten hands clung to the dingy kerchief, perhaps one retrieved from a dump of dirt in a forbidden place.
Her head covered with a towel, held together by a red string and skin; holding residue of its fabric
as she shivered in a flimsy dress

I stared back; choking on the lump of sound caught in my parched dry throat
I stared back; melting in her " sweet world" of doom and sailing in the ship of contagious, chest-rib, stomach-gritting hunger

"I missed... you too" spilled my response coated with...unconditional love

I found my half, now consciously matching my features with hers

I found hope, bursting from the prison of my breast

We hugged...i cried...she screamed...
and we dried tears of happiness

I was happy...for the first time...

I was happy...