My mom was clearing ot her room and looking through old papers
She brought out a receipt from the DMV which showed the price of an ID in the eighties
She had my dad's old check stubs from his ninety-two hour weeks when minimum wage was two or three dollars
And then she came across my sister's birth certificate
The date on it was October 11th, 1986
I'd never seen a twenty-eight year old paper look so white, hardly yellowed around the edges
Then came other memories:
A proof of birth paper from the hospital,
A Social Security Card,
Cemetery documents,
and a card signed by doctor's and nurses expressing their condolenses
The inscription on the card was extremely simple
And yet, it made my heart ache
There was something else
It was a business card from the clinic where my mother first took my sister for help
When they transferred her to the hospital, it was too late
"They took her from me," my mom said
And with those words, I shared a pain with her that was unlike anything I'd ever shared with anyone before
we sat there for a while with tears in our eyes
And then she asked me if I wanted it all
And then she asked "Or do you not care?"
Of course I cared
I accepted the papers
I was honored that she chose to give me all she had left of her first daughter
I didn't tell her, but I think she knew
Then I went to my room and cried by myself
I grieved for the sister who was nine years before my time,
the sister I never knew
Because even thought there was a grave that we visited three times a year,
This was the first time I had proof that she lived
09/27/14
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Poems (2014)
PoesiaI haven't written much over the past couple of years, but I did write a few poems in recent months and I decided to torture you all. As before, my poems are inspired by experiences and the people around me. I haven't gotten any better but it can't...