On a day I lost my sister, I received an acceptance of a poem about grief. I will miss my sister more than I can say; we were close in age, spoke most days, and saw each other a lot.
We laughed, we argued, we accused each other of being stubborn. But always, we loved each other and shared decades together.
The poem, “The Three Month Sentence,” will be published in The Esthetic Apostle on October 13th. I will post the link to the poem after that day.
But for now, these are some of the words from the poem; I do need to let the journal publish the complete poem first. But…
We had not wrapped nights
in tender sighs under stars.
were wasted in worry.
This was a poem written during another time of grief.
Thank you for reading.