Of Brothers And Sisters Poem by Anisha Nyambe

Of brothers and sisters, a mother gave love of passion and choices in the grave.
Then she, the sisters, pushed brothers away
When really, she wanted them to stay.

Of brothers and sisters, he would offend
Her silence that could not defend for fragile, it was so powerless
As brothers showed their prowess

Of brothers and sisters, she tried not to be proud
For Neath his noise, she was loud
And since quietness was not a choice, she violently used her voice

Of brothers and sisters, a father took
Apples of memories from the tree they shook.
Whatever he took, they did not mind
For happiness among themselves they could find.
Save for arguments in between a flower that blooms in the misty green

Of brothers and sisters, there was a hole
From it, silent treasures they stole
With hope that they might keep them sane
And not upset the lion's mane.

Of brothers and sisters, there was a game
About who was here? and how they came
Secret games of such, they used to play
Had them without their mother's say.
All this was enough, that's what they thought
Even though silence wasn't her toy bought.

Of brothers and sisters, they saw a light
Emitted from broken pasts, a future so bright.

Of brothers and sisters, a mother gave love of passion stored in a cave.