After writing on Yusef Komunyakaa’s poem, I was reminded of this poem that I wrote last year for english class. I don’t know why I stopped writing my own poetry, maybe it was a phase. Hopefully someday I will do it more often again.
A Sister’s Wish
In the picture on the wall your smile remains;
Dressed in your football jersey without a care.
Back when only on the field you felt pain
And everyone thought you’d always be there.
You were gone before I was even born,
Life stolen from you in a foreign land.
Without you here our family is forever torn.
I grasp for distant memories like tiny grains of blowing sand.
I wish I had gotten to know you
As a brother and eventually as my friend.
Your grave is all that’s left to speak to
But granite won’t help the hole in my heart to mend.
I plant a flower by your grave stone,
And I slowly trace you name with my finger
As I wonder about the brother I’ve never known,
I head to the car while my father lingers
To bow his head as the clouds crowd the sky
As raindrops fall and tears mist in both our eyes.
My Words of Wisdom 