In celebration of my brother's birthday I want to share a poem I wrote. Odd thing is this poem started out being a poem about Nilüfer and her children then it suddenly warped into a poem about my brother. When I wrote it I was in a writing workshop and everyone loved it, talking about how easily one thing turned into another. Sometimes that's what writing is about. Sitting down with nothing in your mind , then suddenly filling up pages upon pages of paper on random thoughts you didn't even know you had .
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I close my eyes
and try to see us
in the park
walking to our bench,
taking a seat
talking
laughing
watching the most
beautiful children
the world has ever seen
playing
running
teasing each other.
The love between siblings
takes me way back,
away from the park,
to a barbie car
exploding with fireworks,
the funeral of Ken .
All the dolls attended
my brother talking softly
about widow Barbie
and little Skippy.
I couldn't help
being amused
my brother
made everything
so exciting!
He's always been
bigger than life.
I smile
and remember
all the times
I fell for
"Hey what's that
on your shirt"
only to have
my nose plinked.
I focused back
on the children.
Smiling as they
exchange a quick hug.
I breathe in
thinking of the last time
I hugged my brother.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
Comments (5)
Hahahahahaha the nose plink. This was a wonderful tribute to your brother!
Emotional - I have never hugged any of my siblings. I am glad you did!! And this poem is one big hug to him!!
Touching and lovely. 😇😀
Tender tribute to your brother I like It so much! I can figure the funerale of Ken😅My brother Is my best friend, he used to cut the head of my dolls by the way!
Absolutely beautiful