Brother new, sister blue, I miss you.
Both lost at age four. Pain is evermore.
Is it wrong that I still long to belong?
To share every care and touch your hair?
To pillow fight, fly a kite, hold me tight,
whisper secrets in the dark, swing in the park?
We were three with esprit, now there’s me.
There’s no gloss on loss. It’s all dross
but for remembered gleams, moonbeam dreams.
Happy times are past but memories last.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Loss is a tough subject for kids of all ages. No matter how you slice it, losing a loved one makes us sad. Remembering with joy is the only thing that can remake us, glad. I had an older sister and a younger brother, both lost when I was four. Never a day passes that I don’t remember them with joy. I hope you can remember with joy, too.
Writing Tip: Be brave. Submit your best work, written from the heart. It takes work to put together the submission, courage to press send and fortitude to remember that rejections aren’t of you, but of words that weren’t quite the right fit. If you’re not sure where to submit, then look over my link for ideas. I found the contest below among the links there.
Sister Blue was published in Awake, a NY Literary Magazine anthology, and won First Place in their poetry contest. Yay! I have an anthology in my hot, little hands, and I’m proud to say it’s a thing of beauty.