Memories

So this past week I was going through some boxes of memories and trinkets and I came across a journal jar that I was given as a young woman. One read, "Have I ever written a story, poem, or song I would like to add to my journal?" It just so happened that as I was going through the same box I found a poem that I wrote when I was in middle or high school about my brother and my thoughts, feelings and memories of the time surrounding his death.

Dark silence

broken by the torment

of an aching heart.

The cry

of a mother losing

her son,

a child she just held.

A father's strength and love

seem to fail

as he loses

a piece of himself.

Confusion

enters in, while

all peace is gone.

Swirling lights

get lost and then

found

by a small soul

desperate for help.

A sweet song

enters in, to comfort

the children

left behind.

Sorrow

fills the air

and I start to cry

as I find

the brother I love

is gone.

As we weep

over the loss,

we are reminded

by a child

that the spirit is with us.

Always.