For my Sister

The days go by and I think,

you’re off, going about your day.

And I’m here, doing mine �"

and we go on just like that.

As if there weren't some time,

when we spent every night

just across the hall from one another.

It’s like a line I read in a book, recently.

The narrator, an older man, is reflecting on a moment

long ago, his parents and sister sitting on the porch,

nothing but the sea and a few bugs - 

and he says, “When did that all exist?”

That broke me into pieces.

Just look at these photos,

life is an amazing thing.

I was sitting on the grass,

on the Hudson River today.

I concentrated for a moment,

and you were there,

in the warm sun.

Reviews

[Perkele.7885]

It brings back a simpler time, low tech, people never stray that far away from their roots
a far cry from today and who knows what is in store for tomorrow

[Tracey R]

Thank you for your read and your reply. I am in the field of psychology and I am always surprised how holding on to beautiful past experiences can be just as powerful (if not more) as it is to hold on to painful past experiences.

[wordman]

a beautiful tribute for your sister,it seems she is gone from you,sad
we all look back and wonder where it went,it was only yesterday

[Tracey R]

Thank you so much for your kind words. Actually she is not "gone," but she lives very far away (me in New York, she in Myanmar), and I often struggle with this distance.

[wordman]

well i`m glad she hasn`t passed,i guess we all struggle with something,you`re welcome