I didn’t know that I could see in
Your sketches: torrential rain and fusion upbringing
Through paint strokes and finger-smudged corners
The clarity from adoption
Puckered through the wholeness of a mural.
It was new to me that I could sense
The rage and indulgence from your
Sobering peek at motherhood.
And here is your art.
Amongst pencils, canvases, spray cans and a foolish yet purposeful
Douse of glitter.
I am so proud of you, Sister.
This beautiful piece you have drawn.