II. Flashes of Memory

She was always abrupt,

My Aunt Barbara.

Spoke her mind; laidback

Rebel that became

Used to the hair loss.

 

My sister and cousins

Sobbed into each other’s arms

At the service, but I couldn’t.

I simply stood there,

My little feet on the fresh, lively

Grass; too young for the sky

To reveal the pang of loss to me.

 

The family sorted her

Belongings back at her house.

Rays of sun continued to gleam

Into bright smiles. Beautiful,

It truly was.

 

My sister and I received

A pair of stuffed geese.

Hers–cream and grey.

Mine–shades of navy, with

Tiny floral designs and

Corduroy texture.

 

As we got older,

My sister got rid of her

Plump, soft goose. I refused

To let mine go.

She’s still in my room.

 


⌊ © Serena Delgado (May, 2018) ⌉

⌊ Photograph by Serena Delgado (May, 2018) ⌉

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