Goodbye Jesse’s Girl
My brother died on a Thursday just as the year
Came to a close. I wasn’t there although I
Tried, speed and snow don’t mix. I didn’t
Recognize him, lying so still. But the
Tears of my father, nephew, friend
Convince me of the truth.
Hugs cannot comfort now.
Only time heals
Girl and am
Reminded of the last
Time I saw him alive.
Smiling, watching a ballgame, calling me
“Brat” acceptance, in his words I don’t
want to hear. The music loud, blocking reality
Hearing muted. A dream fulfilled nearly forgetting all else.
Unwanted thoughts intrude until the screaming beat drowns them out.
I don’t write poetry often but these words bubbled out of me. My brother’s 51st birthday would have been yesterday and I struggled with thoughts of him all day. This poem is one way that I remember him.