Hey, this is Larry Stromberg. Today’s poem is called My Siblings Death. It’s in memory of my brother Sean, my sister Diane and my sister Michelle.
My Siblings Death
I remember their smiles from the crib.
Sean and Diane.
They smiled at me.
They laughed at me, looked at me with wonder,
The big brother I was, but still a child myself.
I comforted them during their tears,
Relieving their fears a joy to me.
Then they were gone.
Banished, never seen again.
How could it be comprehended?
Where did they go?
Where were my brother and my sister?
Where were they?
Confusion to a child like myself,
Flying blind, with nowhere to hide,
Seeking, searching, to no avail.
This wasn’t hide and seek, only questions.
Who can measure the depths of sadness,
The grief of sudden loss,
Death and sickness took them away,
Two bright, shiny balloons in the wind
Disappearing into the sun never to return.
An empty crib, the laughter was gone,
Only silence for me. I missed their smiles.
Baby faces and big brown eyes.
Why did they have to go away?
It doesn’t seem fair.
There were no answers for me, just tears.
With all of my fears.
Time has passed.
I’ve grown into a man, a man who was incarcerated,
Wondering who Sean and Diane would have been.
Empty hole my soul.
Now my beautiful sister Michelle has passed away as well.
I really miss them.
I’ll never forget them.
I really love them.
Now, they live in my dreams.
That’s where I see them.
That’s where I see them, smiling, laughing.
Yes, the wonder of it all.
They live in my heart, in memory, in photos.
Yes, they live inside.
Thank you. That was my poem, “My Siblings Death.” This is Larry Stromberg, SCI Phoenix, in Pennsylvania. God bless everybody.
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