"How
I envy Phulan
the warm
circle of our women
for the rest
of her life,"
says Shabanu,
and I understand
what she means
when I am here.
My tear falls
and you catch it
in your outstretched hand
as we live as family
with one figurative blood.
*Shabanu, Daughter of the Wind, by Suzanne Fisher Staples
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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