V. Flashes of Memory

The day was clear.

We walked into the sanctuary.


My brother didn’t let a single tear

Slip down his cheeks. He struggled

With emotions like that.


My family sat. The seats were familiar

Of regular Sunday services, but

This was different now. Much different.


They weren’t as cushy. The wood

Seemed stiff and chill against my back.

The air seeped in thickly and the sniffles

Could’ve formed an a cappella of lament.


I read the “In Memory of…” as his family

Got up to recount stories about his life.


My mom was struggling to hold

Everything in. It had only been

Six months since Uncle Tucker.


My brother’s childhood friend

Was gone, so my mom reflected.

I gazed at my brother.


I could see it in him, I could.

But, he didn’t cry.


⌊ © Serena Delgado (June, 2018) ⌉

⌊ Photograph by Serena Delgado (June, 2018) ⌉


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