THE VIEW BEYOND MY SISTER'S ROOM
along the paper*
that second night
My hands caught air
of your fragrance,
My mom dragged her feet
in slow circles
while my brother silently grieved -
he's a wounded sparrow -
Outside the window,
the bird's nest, a music of hungry
cries & squeals
the busy cars honking
thirsty for summer rain
The wind turned,
dripping of sun's tears-
the sky, blue-matted
canvas, bright orange
My eldest placed his new born
child into my arms
Weighs our universe
* First lines, from Louise Gluck, The Egg
**Ending lines, from The Corn Baby by Mark Wunderlich
Sherry: This poem goes straight to my heart, Grace. The grief, your poor mother pacing in circles, then the new baby placed in your arms, weighing your universe.
Grace: I wrote this poem due to two recent events in my life - the death of my sister last April, and the birth of my first grandchild, a boy, last May. I used the prompt of Amaya (here - MTB — Bridging the Gap) to write my poem. I used two quotes, one for the opening, and another for the ending, building my own lines in the middle.
I thought about the cycle of life, just like mother nature with her seasonal changes. On one hand, I was sad to see her going ahead of us (my mom is still alive), yet on the other hand, I am filled with hope with the birth of my first grandchild.
Sherry: It often happens this way, one soul leaving as another arrives. I am so very sorry for your loss, Grace. And so happy for you that your new grandchild is here to fasten your family's hopes upon. Thank you so much for sharing this very personal passage with us.
Wasn't this beautiful and moving, my friends? Do come back and see who we talk to next. Who knows? It might be you!