Sweet Silver Sister

It has been a little over a year since I've met Michelle Sabad (and her book, Camp Follower). Nearly a year since we've done the first ARISE event in Stittsata (hosted at The Grounds Cafe!) Although a great book (and well worth adding to your library), it was a book I - personally - had difficulties reading. A base-brat myself, it was a trip down memory lane, but not so nostalgic. My childhood memories of life as a soldier's child weren't necessarily bad, just bleak - empty. Now that I am working on releasing another collection of poetry (Sun & Moon), I've decided to include a 25-year old poem that revisits this time, these memories - and more importantly - my fellow children and friends of this time and what they meant to me. Although not finalized (and in all likelihood still to go through a few revisions and edits) here is its preview. I would appreciate some of your thoughts and input.

Sweet Silver Sister (Nov. 21st, ‘94) I have been cast from the light of the sun by all those who would have called themselves, Family So, in darkness, of family, I had none. Drifting - lost - like a dandelion seed Like all my kind, wherever we travel/roam, Where we lay our heads is home indeed. And even in this bone chilling frost, never are we ever truly alone For we are bound by this thread of the lost When the icy stars shine down their frost and stalking wolves howl their loneliness and all you’ve known seems lost to holocaust: Look to the moon, for it fills the sky! Its silver light is as warm as the sun’s for even in darkness it does defy! When all else fails, on me you can depend When all seems lost, you need not stand alone for I will stand with you 'til the end You shine with the moon’s silver lustre For we all do in this nighted vista So a family we must each find to foster. Under the moon’s silver influence you are nothing like the sun, but you outshine the sun with your radiance.