Within

Letters to you addressed, unsent An old post card, crumpled and bent Faded, grey photos of times past The clasp of a ring box, tight and fast.

I Miss…

I miss the way you’d wink at me,
and the way you’d always see.

I miss the way you’d smile
and the way I’d run a mile.

I miss the way you’d yell,
and hold me under you’r spell.

I miss all of everything you do,
but most of all I miss you.

I Remember Your Childhood Well

That day in may, mischievously you hid at the bottom of the garden to escape the tedious chore of setting the family dinner table. Or on those long hot hours that D.C summers would bring, your mother would send you all, your brother, sisters and you out to play never once thinking about the ‘murderers’ And once as the sun was setting over DC your brothers for spite tied you to a tree, you lashed out and yelled and shouted, they never taunted you again Or winter at school how goose bumps would appear on your bare thighs as ‘murder ball’ was the game of choice I remember your childhood well.