Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Sister, Love

I wasn’t able
to look
at your face
when you died.
Instead,
I sat beside your
torn-out eyes
imagining
you could see
me
wonder
who I am
without
you.

- Esther Altshul Helfgott, May 31 '05

Exactly 5 months after Dorothy's death,
New Year's Eve, 2004.
Her 60th birthday
would have been
Jan. 13 2005

8 Comments:

Blogger Idore said...

It was and is like this for me. Thank you.

Idore

10:41 PM  
Blogger Esther's Writing Works said...

Oh, Idore... thanks for sharing this with me. Esther

11:52 PM  
Anonymous puah said...

A missing sister ... is sort of like not having something that was always once just a part of you - I took it so for granted - when it's gone you're not even sure exactly where it hurts. This really speaks for me.

11:03 PM  
Anonymous Esther said...

I think I must keep myself numb so I won't hurt -- except in the poem. Writing is strange, isn't it ... or is it the writer?

12:15 AM  
Anonymous Carol Cohen said...

I share your sentiments about the loss of your sister having lost both my brother and sister too early. Unfortunately, I'm not able to express my feelings so eloquently, I also unknowingly squandered so much precious time that I had with both siblings. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

7:53 PM  
Anonymous Esther said...

Dear Carol

You can write too. Just put the word Sister on top of a sheet of paper, take a pen or pencil and free associate on the page. You'll be amazed at what comes out and, no doubt, pleased.

Writerly yours,

Esther

12:59 PM  
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