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To our sister, Davida

To my sister in sorrow: Too well did I understand The look in your haunted eyes; Pain and disillusionment. You fought a losing battle, And lost. And died. I will shed for you the tears Of a lifetime you will never live. The tears you will never more shed. Madonna of suffering, Wrapped in the cold shroud of death. I wept with you. I weep for you. For I still can. The tide of tears has turned. Sleep, my sister, And weep no more.

(Written on Davida’s tombstone, Juliana 2005)