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(Please be patient while picture load) Sisters I have Sisters That share the bond of femininity That share the role decreed by our creator. That have different talents, different dreams, different colors... But with one common goal, To be One with Earth Mother And provide a warm, safe haven for our families, Our life blood. |  (Dorothy Kenyon and Gloria Steinem c.1970) |
 (Photographer Rosie Lasley (left) and her friend Bertha Perigot Blue Lake, Ca., 1896) |
I Have Sisters That share the seed of a man And yet share the same dreams for our wombs' bearings. Each grew with a different view... Only? Oldest? Youngest? Middle? But each-accepting, strong, giving, loving. And to our offspring, there is no riddle We’re just there, Doing what we do. |
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I Have Fathers, Sons, and Brothers Both of birth and of the world. Who will protect me if needed. Who love with a tenacity That makes their patronizing ways acceptable. And it gives a sense of security To acknowlede those conditions. |
 (Walker Evans photograph: A Couple, from "Brooklyn Amusement Park" ca. 1929, silver print, ca. 1920s or 30s) |
 (Allen Sisters Photograph, Deerfield, Massachusetts, c. 1914) |
But.... Not the Same as... Having Sisters and Mothers Whether newly found or rediscovered, A bond, a sharing, a knowing, Someone is hurting, confused or glowing. We call or write - whose turn? |
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It doesn’t matter. A word, an ear, a timeworn long distance hug, It just adds to the strength That would have been found ourselves, anyway. |
 (Portrait of Women Sharing Secrets, c.1896) |
 ( Studio Portrait. Vancouver's Eldridge Sisters, circa 189?) |
It’s funny, in our maturity, We discover we’re not alone. We all have our strengths, so similar As are our weaknesses. Our Dreams, so much alike, In spite of our different paths. Each seeking her own destiny, but Knowing the other is there, with stories to tell And the other will always care. |
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I have Sisters who are my Daughters, Of my womb or of my heart. Daughters who come from others Yet, our souls not soon to part. They come to me for wisdom I for a fresh view of the world, To observe mistakes made by everyone, More help for the upcoming girls. |
 (Camera company advertising photo, circa 1930's) |
 (Two sisters on a cotton bale, Tennessee, circa 1920's) | That will NEED Sisters To share the bond of femininity And share the Earth that will be. To use their different talents To nuture the others we see. To stand PROUD for what we represent And walk Tall for where we’ve been. |
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To say NO For our own good reasons, To react with a tear or a grin. To love Earth Mother for All of her Seasons To Walk our Talk Again and again. And to know.... |  (Woman's Sufferage pickets circa 1910) |
 ("Pub Outing" taken by Scottish-born Grace Robertson in 1954) |
It’s GOOD to have Sisters, Words I never thought I’d say. A bond beyond that of blood birth A Pride that stays ever a day, To acknowledge each soul has it’s power And wisdom for those yet to come. The silence, the sighs, the smiles, tears and hugs, That make me PROUD to say... THAT I HAVE SISTERS My Love, Freda / Wakanda |