One Year

One Year


since my little sister passed through

to the next dimension



my heart still aches

and my ears still yearn

to hear the sound of your voice


I miss embracing you

honouring you

in this embodied journey


when I wear something you envisioned

and brought into form

when I look at a picture you drew

hanging framed on my wall


the beauty of all your creations


A sister intimacy

no one else can ever know

the impact of our ‘roles’

within the broken familial structure


we each survived


no one  can ever

understand our perceptions

who we were and who we have become


I long to share more of

the “what’s new” in our lives

while appreciating our individual evolving wisdoms


your unique presence

a gift in my life


love you always sis


© R.A. Roberts

A Seed on the Grave






the psyche’s fight to it’s own death


only unarmored


can I find the centre of

this storm

and the next


in not realizing the wounding in my own history


I can not possibly understand

its impact in my interactions with others


ignorance and innocence

is not a choice


I need to stand in

the vulnerability of being human




discord and anger

pain and grief


their story


I cry out for lost innocence


to fight another is to disregard

my own unrecognized inner turmoil

a discomfort not yet safe to be known


Standing up


my heart and compassion intact

I can speak a coherent message


no guarantee of being heard


I offer this new seed

to the grave

of my ancestors

born to heal


it starts