Sunday, December 23, 2012

For those whose pain has no name...

A word saved me last year, a phrase
with simple words,
"you're not alone"
from a brother I had not seen in years
his words
encircled my heart
and named my pain.

I felt he passed me
a fine embroidered
lacy hanky
smelling of a jacaranda afternoon
when I reluctantly put the little boy on the back of my
bike and rode off
to visit with my friends.

Then, like an old wound,
a blood red stain on a pretty crinoline
I remember how much he appreciated these little
rides I argued with Mother about.


  1. A beautiful, painful and loving reflection, Rosaria. May you have peace and joy this holiday season in loving memories and the love that surrounds you.

  2. ugh, naming your pain...felt a bit in your words...i hope this christmas is filled with warmth for you and you continue to walk the after...

  3. I'm glad your brother could offer you a bit of comfort.

  4. Wonderful poem about your brother's love, and your relationship with him.

    Merry Christmas, Rosaria.

  5. Oh, Rosaria, how beautiful and poignant your words. Merry Christmas.

  6. All I can say to you is that in the same way you heard those words "You're not alone" last year, I'm now repeating them to you now. You and your family are in my thoughts.

    Greetings from London.

  7. Such tender thoughts. Siblings who are there for one another, today as in youth, can help you to get through such painful loss. Hugs to you.

  8. Beautiful, painful, healing, and poignant. Thanks.

  9. Rosaria - your words moved me deeply. I hope you are well.