Women weep, sisters and mothers weep
knowing what partings mean
knowing the meaning of playing a part
knowing the truth
of distances, dreams and men.
Momentarily, mother becomes bride
in the midst of perfume and flower
her first look at the past
her first look at the future.
The women wail
the mother embraces her child
tears soaking into each others’ shoulders.
No man can comprehend
No man can cast asunder
that bond of partings and tears
that unites them
our sisters, our mothers.