absent kin
Absent Kin
by Jackson Sacher
"Baby Brother."
Those two words rattled in the vicinity of my young head;
Like throwing loose change into a large jar.
My face remained stoic
For what seemed like an eternity;
Slowly a blossoming smile crept onto the surface of my face.
At the sight of my glee,
I was swept up and embraced in my parents' grasps.
The words "thank you" quietly sneaked into my ears.
Bustling and stocked full of energy;
My home encompassed a multitude of people whom I called family.
A city that never slept and was consistently on the move.
Family members towered over me,
They hustled to assist my parents.
I was continually interrogated with endless questions from my family;
My responses to them slowly grew monotonous.
A sudden silence rushed through the house...
Like a frigid winter blizzard;
The once dynamic and breathing hallways
Were altered into a dreary and melancholy state.
I trekked the deflate hallways ceaselessly,
Until I found myself at the door of my parents' room.
A sobbing noise came from beneath the crack,
Pure heartache was echoling from the room.
I meticulously nudged the door open;
My mother was spouting tears of despair,
My father was to her left equally broken in spirit,.
When noticing me,
They quickly expelled any emotion from their faces,
And beckoned for me to venture forward.
"Your brother..." my father whispered in a hoarse tone.
I perceived what had occurred;
The shock had hit me like a freight train.
Time froze.
I stood there stagnantly,
My feet were cemented to the hardwood floor.
And then I began to mourn for my mother's loss.
The three of us huddled together for warmth
In the sub-zero storm of sorrowful emotion.
by Jackson Sacher
"Baby Brother."
Those two words rattled in the vicinity of my young head;
Like throwing loose change into a large jar.
My face remained stoic
For what seemed like an eternity;
Slowly a blossoming smile crept onto the surface of my face.
At the sight of my glee,
I was swept up and embraced in my parents' grasps.
The words "thank you" quietly sneaked into my ears.
Bustling and stocked full of energy;
My home encompassed a multitude of people whom I called family.
A city that never slept and was consistently on the move.
Family members towered over me,
They hustled to assist my parents.
I was continually interrogated with endless questions from my family;
My responses to them slowly grew monotonous.
A sudden silence rushed through the house...
Like a frigid winter blizzard;
The once dynamic and breathing hallways
Were altered into a dreary and melancholy state.
I trekked the deflate hallways ceaselessly,
Until I found myself at the door of my parents' room.
A sobbing noise came from beneath the crack,
Pure heartache was echoling from the room.
I meticulously nudged the door open;
My mother was spouting tears of despair,
My father was to her left equally broken in spirit,.
When noticing me,
They quickly expelled any emotion from their faces,
And beckoned for me to venture forward.
"Your brother..." my father whispered in a hoarse tone.
I perceived what had occurred;
The shock had hit me like a freight train.
Time froze.
I stood there stagnantly,
My feet were cemented to the hardwood floor.
And then I began to mourn for my mother's loss.
The three of us huddled together for warmth
In the sub-zero storm of sorrowful emotion.