About all I can hear is
the sound of the white birds.
I can hear cars in the far distance
and a couple of giggling children
across the river, but all I really
hear is god.
I hear the sound of the water
being splashed by the water fowl’s wings.
But all I really hear is god.
I sit where we sat only two months before.
The sun shines as brightly
as it did that day and the
winds have come back to greet me,
but now gloves cover my chilled
fingers and now you are not
before me, sharing your warmth and your life!
The sky and the water are about
the same color blue.
And the grass though sprinted with
more fallen leaves, is still as green.
Today is thanksgiving day and I sit
upon the bench we sat on once.
I saw you tan and glowing
much life still circling through you
and I was filled with joy,
even knowing that soon I would sit
on this bench and write a poem or letter
to you that no postman will be able to deliver.
How can one young as I,
have lost so much in such a short time?
I may lose my sister?