Sunshine Secrets

an ode to sisterhood |for the sisters who are enduring all this change| I love you


You can’t explain the bond between.

Three sisters tied in love.

Laughter that you’ll never know.

Has spent it’s time with them.

The time we dressed our dolls for tea.

Or rolled around in mud.

Or dug a ditch in our bare feet.

Or walked around in “heels”.

That squash we made are poor “kids” eat.

Potty-training dolls.

Sticker charts and Double Duty.

Teaching “students” how to read.

That night we all broke down.

I cherish every tear.

We then resolved with girlish pride.

To never repeat again.

The time we thought we fell in love.

But then they let us down.

We always had each other.

To keep us from the ground.

Those talks we had really late.

And all the silly jokes.

We’d fantasize the future.

Marriage, business, holidays.

And now we don’t just dream.

The Future’s knocking at our door.

Little girls are stepping out.

Into time we will explore.

And here we are hand in hand.

Distance tries to override.

But it will never overcome.

And we will only understand.

Our bond, our love, our sisterhood.


{AΒ  poem from high school //03.18.12}

There are few in this world.

That grow from a little girl.

Into someone beautiful.

It takes the story of a life.

A laugh in the rain.

A tear in the sorrow.

To truly own the name.

The loss of a child.

The love of a man.

The force of a smile.

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A Forgotten Hero

{A poem from high school}

Facing the strength of the foe.

Saving the peace of the citizen.

Keeping the keys of freedom.

Walking the path of war.

Creeping close to death.

Conqueres the dangers there.

Forgets his sanity.

Fighting the want to stumble.

Thinking of his family.

Trying to best remember.

People he left behind.

Pressing them to his heart.

Courage is his strength.

Constant is his faith.

Loyalty goes before him.

Loves his country men.

He marches into battle.

Making every move.

To rid the land of violience.

As he ventures close to death.

His breathing comes in rasps.

His body shakes in fear.

His heart hardly beating.

His response stiff, unmoving.

He lies on ground unclean.

Calls vainly out for help.

Losing strength to heal.

His body now unfeeling.

He dies alone, forgotten.

Around the world unknowing.

Is the heroic soldier’s death.

To give them freedom’s breath.


{At 15, I was burdened for the men who lost their lives for America, the ones we still don’t know. I wanted toΒ acknowledgeΒ them.}

Raw Thoughts

To know is to learn.To learn is precious.To hold is something. To treasure is everything.
To understand is release. To be understood, your peace. To have is nothing. Unless having is giving.
To love is a journey. Blind and then searched. Becoming real when you learn. As real becomes raw.
And hearts that are raw. Are closer than all. And when you know all. You love as you fall.
To fall is a choice. To choose is a gift. And you give it to someone. The gift of your heart. The receiving of theirs.
So who will you know? How will you learn? Who will you hold? And who will you treasure?
Will you understand? And give as you have? Love when it’s blind. And love when it’s real.
So once you see black. And once you see bright. Then all hearts are raw. And you have it all.
To fall is a choice. To choose is a gift. And you give it to someone. The gift of your heart. The receiving of theirs. benandsierra-146