THE CHILD WE LOST 1963
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There were shadows in the bedroom
Where the light got thrown by the lamp on the night stand
On your mother's side, after midnight, still
You can see it all, you can see it all
And the closet in the corner
On the far back shelf with the keepsakes, she hid
That box there, full of letters of regret
By the pictures of the kids
You get faint recollections of your
Mother's sigh, countryside drive
And the landscape seen from the window of the back seat
With some flowers in a basket
That afternoon after school
You and your older sisters
Found your parents in the kitchen at the table
Father lifting off the lid of the box
And a hush fell
Over everything like a funeral prayer
A reverence, ancestral, heavy in the air
Though you didn't understand what it meant
That they never said her name aloud around you
Even sitting at the table with her things they'd kept
You recall faintly cards, tiny clothes
And the smell of the paint in the upstairs bedroom
Until then you didn't know that's what the box had held
Your parents tiptoeing slowly around
Always speaking in code
No, they never said her name aloud around you
Only told you it was perfect where your sister went
And you didn't understand why it hurt them
So much then that she'd come and left so soon
Could only guess inside your head at what a "stillbirth" meant
Only knew that mother wept
You watched while father held her
Said "Some things come, but can't stay here"
You saw a brightness, like a light through your eyes
Closed tight then she tumbled away
From here, some place
To remain in the night time shadows she made
To be an absence in mom
A sadness hanging over her
Like some pentecostal flame
Drifting on and off
She was "Sister" only whispered
Sometimes "Her" or "The Child We Lost"
You were visions
A vagueness
A faded image
You were visions
You were a flame lit
That burned out twice as brightly
As the rest of us did
When you left, you were light
Then you tumbled away
There are shadows that fall
Still here at a certain angle
In the bedroom on the night stand
By your mother's side
From the light left on there
There's the box in the closet
All the things kept
And the landscape where she left
Flowers on the grave
Marble where they etched that name
And mother cried the whole way home
But she never said it once out loud
On the way back home from where you thought they meant
When they said where sister went
After grandpa got hospice sick
And he couldn't fall sleep
They wheeled his stretcher bed beside her at night
And I saw the light
On the day that he died
By their bed in grandma's eyes
While us grandkids said our goodbyes
She said, "Don't cry"
Somewhere he holds her
And said a name I didn't recognize
And the light with all the shadows combined…
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