A laugh and a smile
“Why did you keep this?” I asked
I was looking over the drawing,
Amused at the colors and hard press lines
I still haven’t learned that a little can go a long ways,
Our triangular pink dresses and our big box blue shoes,
Both me and mom,
Oh the style I thought we had,
And there, my brother,
Shirt and shorts, identical red
And big black belt in between.
She looked at me with soft eyes.
“Eventually he disappeared from the drawings”
A double take,
Widened my search,
Hiding in the corner,
Above the square house with a perfect triangular roof,
Bright green stick figure with spiked purple hair,
A set of brown wings coming off your thin torso,
Smiling in all your glory.
Years hang between me and the paper,
An invisible timeline from then to now,
Oh the innocence of words,
Written in tiny rainbow letters.
I have learned about life with out you,
I wish I decorated you with style
But I guess you don’t need clothes up there.