Tuesday, December 16, 2008

my sister's poem for tyler

12.3.08 │Tyler Elizabeth
by Bekah Cooke

You sat in the dark and you waited.
You were hidden from the world, but not from my heart.
The sounds you heard were foreign and harsh;
Can a noise feel cold?

Gone, the soft humming of your hiding place.
Gone, the safe walls of my skin, the crook of my arm.
I wept and you waited;
Can home be a person not a place?

I wore a path into the floorboards by your bedside – sacred ground now.
I touch new wrinkles near my eyes;
Precious signs of your existence.
Should that joy be the scars left from suffering?

Blood of my blood.
The very physicality of love is its trademark.
Marking its territory all over us.
What gift is this life?

Whispered or boomed into existence by the very voice of Love.

1 comment:

Hannah said...

i love my sisters!!!! couldn't ask for better ones that's for sure...