Where Are You?

by WritingtheStars   Nov 28, 2014


They're bringing the turkey out now.
I remember how much you used to love it.
Back then you would eat
the turkey off my plate
so granddad wouldn't get mad
because I didn't like it.
This year the turkey is pushed
to the side of my plate,
uneaten.
Where are you?

The pie is being served.
We used to fight
over the larger slice of the chocolate-
us both being chocolate obsessed.
I got the bigger slice this year
with no fight.
Where are you?

They're making me wash
all the dishes again this year.
Though the job was pushed
to whoever granddad didn't want to talk to,
you always made it fun
with games and singing strange songs
to annoy granddad
and make the time go by faster.
I'm all alone now,
with only dirty dishes
and soap suds to keep me company.
Where are you?

Thanksgiving-
the day of being thankful for what you have,
the day of tradition,
the day of family.
Now the tradition has been shattered
and I am spending this day without my family,
without my mother.
Where are you?

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  • 9 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Wow, Killian, the imagery in this piece is stunning, I could totally see the whole seen. At first I thought you were writing it for your crazy older cousin, the one who ran through the hallway in his underwear singing some song your grandfather hates, but I'm glad to see it was really for your mom. I mean im sorry you missed her, but it was nice to think that someone might have still been there for you. I love that you show how close you two are in this piece despite all the stuff you've been through and I love the way your voice shines through here.

    "I'm all alone now,
    with only dirty dishes
    and soap suds to keep me company.
    Where are you?"

    ^ Even though it is heartrending, these lines were my favorite, the love in them is clear and the emptiness screams out off the page. It is imagery beyond your usual scenes and it sounds like a song lyric.

    I hope I haven't gone too personal with this comment, but I do love the piece and I'm sorry you hurt so much. I love you and your mom and your crazy cousin. I love seb and zoe and I hope they enjoyed their holiday to some degree.

    beautiful piece.

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