Beloved
Older
Sister,
There's a
Certain,
Delicate fear
One sees
In a boy's
Face,
A boy,
Who
Rarely
(If ever)
Was in
The circle
Of arms
Not his
Mother's-
I have seen
This fear
In his face;
A wary,
Naked hunger,
While watching
Kagome;
As he
Once
Watched you,
Beloved
Older sister-
Remembering
From harsh
Lessons:
Always snarl
When
Approached.

Gaijin-
His story
Untold-
Written
Plain
Upon his
Odd face,
For I,
An old woman,
Near the
End of my
Life
To read:
Hidden
In each
Biting word,
Innocence
Revealed,
Hunger,
Anger…


Oh my
Beloved
Older sister,
A boy goes
From his
Mother's arms
Into his
Lover's,
His wife's -
Having learned
All that he
Can,
From one
To the other…
What did he
Learn from
Her?

Was he
A millstone
'Round
Her neck,
Beloved
Older
Sister?
I think not-
Despite
His bad
Manners,
His quickness
To bark-
She loved
Him dearly-
Weeping
Secret tears,
Fearing
No other
Woman
Would love
Him,
Making
Him
Complete
As his
Father
Must have
Been.