Se Parece A Sara

Se parece a Sara, a mi pequena hermana, con su mirada dulce
Y sonrisa fragil. En los anos pasados, en el mar del olvido,
Se quedaron palabras, momentos, se quedaron recuerdos.

Se olvidaron las risas, y secretos de ninas
Los momentos de hermandad, que jamas se borraran.
Permanecen retratos, permanecen juguetes, que a traves de los anos,
Se cubren de polvo, o se rompen por maltrato.

Me pregunto si en ese entonces, supiera lo que hoy sabemos,
Que aun el llamado de la sangre, se calla con el dolor
Y razona la consiensa, que la culpa no es de nadie,
Cuando las cosas asi se dan.

Y la pintura del artista, trajo a mis recuerdos,
a esa nina tan bonita, a mi hermana, mi hermanita Sara.
~YayaOrchid~

Poetic Judgment

     "Choosing" by George Frederick Watts (1817-1904)

She should have,
She ought have,
She must have,
But she didn't.

Didn't feel the bond, didn't feel the love
Didn't care to stay, didn't want to care.
Once  the lightness was felt, the emptyness revealed,
the freedom from the burden, the release from the obligation,
There was no turning back.

Life awaited, youth beckoned, and new opportunities, rose into view.
Few can refuse to live life unfettered,
When hope and youth cling weakly on a battered thread,
Tossed about by the relentless wind.

No questions asked,
No questions remain,
No judgement for choices,
No rancor for pain.

Life goes on, without missing a beat.
The world still revolves, the tides still come ashore.
All measured in years, or measured in tears,
The worth of a life, whether cherished or not.

~YayaOrchid~