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| Me with my big brother, Geof, at the gray camp - Snow Pond, Maine... circa 1958 |
Marvel With Me
Dear Geof,
I wish I could talk with you
about so many things
that have been on my mind lately.
You are the only one
who shared tender,
sometimes tremulous,
childhood years with me.
It’s been so long
since we sat in the garden
Dear Geof,
I wish I could talk with you
about so many things
that have been on my mind lately.
You are the only one
who shared tender,
sometimes tremulous,
childhood years with me.
It’s been so long
since we sat in the garden
as young adults
marveling at our spouses,
our little ones.
That was the last day,
marveling at our spouses,
our little ones.
That was the last day,
me just turned 30
and you 33.
Hmm, I just realized
that we didn’t actually
talk much right then.
But in those moments
our energies merged
and we were content.
You used to insist that
the things that were broken
were not mine to fix.
I don’t know how you knew that
at such a young age,
but you were right.
It feels so very good to
more and more let go of
that assumed responsibility.
As I do
my whole being loosens
and I can recall
joyful memories like
having a big brother
marvel with me.
Hmm, I just realized
that we didn’t actually
talk much right then.
But in those moments
our energies merged
and we were content.
You used to insist that
the things that were broken
were not mine to fix.
I don’t know how you knew that
at such a young age,
but you were right.
It feels so very good to
more and more let go of
that assumed responsibility.
As I do
my whole being loosens
and I can recall
joyful memories like
having a big brother
marvel with me.
Love, Sarah
September 16, 2018
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