Today I am 86.
I cannot remember when I was 85,
only when I was 7.
That was the day that my brother Carl died,
he fell into the combine and alfalfa green
mixed with crimson and Daddy's screams.
Today I am 86.
They tell me that over and over again,
like I would forget my own birthday.
Today I am 7,
and after Daddy and Carl get out of the fields.
We are going into town so I can spend the nickel
I got for my birthday.
Today I am 86,
and my brother, Carl is dead.
Three days after I turned 7
I gave my nickel to Carl.
Today I am 86,
and I ran through the fields looking for Carl
Today I am 7,
and my brother died today.
1 comment:
I think this is the best thing you've ever written. It's sad but very good at capturing the emotion of this person. I liked it and I hate poems. I love you!
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