5051, Malaya Posted by presyzion, Thu Jun-05-03 06:07 AM
—for my unborn sister
Five years before me. Mom tried, please know. You’d be 33
now. I know you’d be beautiful. Probably’ve had curly hair & dimples. I asked mom about you
once, but never again. Her face dropped to sadness when I did. I hate to upset her,
so I took the words she gave me & shaped you myself inside my thoughts. I wonder
if you would’ve been protective over me? I know that I would guard you with
my fists & life. I love you, even though your soul never blossomed
into living shape. I love you because we would’ve shared blood & name. Sometimes,
when I’m alone, I think of you. I don’t tell mom or dad, though. I think of you pushing
me on swings & playing wildly in the summer heat. I think of similar
interests & wonder if we would’ve argued ‘til dad gave us one of his “looks.” Be thankful
you’ve never gotten one of those. They could knock a tree off its roots. He’s very loving, though. He’d probably’ve
babied & spoiled you. He loves kids. Me too. I want to teach kindergarten—
& I would’ve been the perfect uncle to your kids. But instead, you never birthed me a niece or nephew. Never
will I see your smile or hear you speak. I write these words to create fullness for the emptiness of you being absent. The
next time I smell the aroma of happiness, I’ll know it’s you blooming a smile above me to pick.
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