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Courage Disguised As My Brother

Sara Fryd — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 18:11:48 +0000

We have a lot of history

You and I

Met when I was eight

And you were brand new.

Been locked in combat ever since

Taking sides

Creating insignificant battles

About family matters and such.

You are my mirror and I am yours.

I see my soul reflected in your eyes

As you reveal me back to me.

And I remember us in black and white

And various shades of gray

From childhood photos

We share in picture albums

Removed gently from the drawer of my heart

When I need to see how the puzzle pieces fit.

Sisters live on pedestals

Protect you from reality

Feed you breakfast

Let you crash till noon

When you trespass through their lives

Without apology.

Idols are not vulnerable, and

Certainly not human, like you.

I arrived first to teach you

But you taught me…

About courage

About strength

About will.

While searching

Through my scrapbook of memories

Where I go to find minute pieces of a puzzle

So I can make them fit

I see you standing at my back door

Freezing and damp at 4 am

In black leather, in the dark dawn

Holding an old tattered guitar

After you’d hitchhiked all night

To sing Puff the Magic Dragon

To your new baby nephew…

…My newborn son.

Dear Heart

Sara Fryd — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 18:11:22 +0000

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Little sister dear, little sister

Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy

Of Ruth and Naomi

Countless heroines

Women of honor, of grace

Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts

Who ride in carriages drawn by golden horses with manes

The color of the light in your hair

I’ll remember for years to come

When I grow older and wish for gentler days

Like those we share today

An instant in time

Seconds that remain in our hearts

Staying hidden, next to the left ventricle

Where I shall carry you always

I promise

Little sister

Listen to my whispers

Discovering letters and words

To share with you

That I am only learning myself

Knowing that I will always be your heroine

For one

Little sister, little sister

I Remember Our Kitchen

Sara Fryd — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 18:11:32 +0000

Happy Mother’s Day Everyone!

I don’t need a special day

Lucy & Nusha

to remember you

Or our kitchen.

A place that invited all of us in

With smells and tastes

Not matched by any restaurant.

A place where we would gather

For sustenance and hugs

As well as daily discussions

of earth shaking proportions

Of who did what to whom.

Your kitchen came filled with laughter and love.

Where all my friends wanted to visit, and stay

So they could spend time with my Mom.

You know…

I will never again find a place

where I feel so at home

As in your kitchen…

And where you are so at home

as in my heart.

Love On Wings

Sara Fryd — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 18:11:43 +0000

: San Xavier Mission by Sara Fryd

I held a mirror up to you

So you could see the fire

You carry deep

The voice you crave to share

With the hunger of years

One cannot retrieve

No matter the longing.

You reversed the mirror for me

So I could visit my own reflection

Hear my own voice, however faint…

Answers to questions asked

You, and me

Birthed in need

Watered with tears

Fed with joy

Grown strong, slowly with time

Nurtured cautiously

A tiny bird’s egg

Placed gently back inside the nest

With love, with thoughtful respect

We were created

A world that took God only seven days

Took us a lifetime

Or so it seems.

Mama’s Rules

Sara Fryd — Sun, 29 May 2011 18:11:27 +0000

Mama said

Don’t call the boys

What ever they say

What ever you hear

Forget the noise

Don’t call them boys

Listen to me

I know what I say

Lived longer than you

Know a thing or two

What ever they say

What ever you hear

Forget the noise

Don’t call them boys

Then my Mama said

Don’t sleep with them boys

Why should they pay

For milk that’s free

What the other girls do

What the other girls say

Forget the moon

It’s over too soon

Don’t mess with them boys

I know what I say

Lived longer than you

Know a thing or two

What the other girls do

What the other girls say

Leave the boys alone

Stop using the phone

Then Mama told me

In a voice filled with pride

Hold your head up high

Find something to do

Be mysterious, unattainable too

They’ll come find you

They’re creatures of habit

They’re creatures of chase

They’ll turn somersaults if they have to

To get to second base

I know what I say

Lived longer than you

Know a thing or two

What the other girls do

What the other girls say

Don’t listen to them

Don’t sit by the phone

Find something to do

And again she said

In case you did not hear

If you want no tears

Disappear for a while

Go run a quick mile

Dye your hair a new color

Just listen to your Mother

Don’t call them boys!*

*Written for my neices when they were teenagers. A while ago before texting.

Mother of the Bride

Sara Fryd — Sun, 22 May 2011 18:11:43 +0000

It takes courage to stand tall

when we feel our wounds so visible

worried that all will witness our pain…

Courage and bravery…

strength beyond words.

You present yourself with such grace

with such dignity, head held high

turning your face to the light

letting the sun warm your soul

knowing that you have…

God’s blessings at your finger tips.

For God lives next to a rose bush.

Every prayer a new rose.

Every hurtful thought a thorn.

If we are willing…

we replace our hurtful thoughts

with thoughts of joy.

We can carry with us

the strength of the thorn

the beauty of the rose

And we are never, ever alone.

*Note: Years ago I was invited to a friends wedding and advised in advance that the Mother of the Bride had recently been left for a younger women. The Father was coming to his daughter’s wedding with his new bride. I included this poem with a thank you note for inviting me.

My Brother’s Keeper

Sara Fryd — Fri, 20 May 2011 18:11:04 +0000

We were inseparable

Sisters born in an hour of desperation

Of need, of my divorce

I believed we would last forever

Sisters by choice not birth

There are friends capable of loving you

Needy, broken, damaged

Capable of control, of ownership

Incapable of loving you

Strong, courageous, full of joy

We were never to be forever

Then life happened…

I chose freedom, kindness, growth

I chose learning, sunshine, joy

Walking my own path

Of independence, of kindness

We were no more to be

Thirty years disappears

In seconds…

Befriended on Facebook

I read, “You are a poet.”

My mind answers silently, “Well, duh.”

I realize…

I’m not afraid of you anymore.