Two Siblings Torn Apart

Two siblings of same womb and seed, sadly Torn, pulled apart O by parental ill, One on an alien lap unwilling still, One in a home and love step-fatherly; A mom's child one—her sole identity, The ‘ther father's with a limited reach, Both with a vague itch to reach out to each, Both lost alas in unjust society. And yet, the gulf between the two seems not Destined to get siphoned any time soon, And tender memories like sandy dune Born be to break up if in life's storm caught. Yet, should time bring them together in years, Bond of womb and seed— would it dry their tears? ________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.08.15 |