Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Sister, Love

I wasn’t able
to look
at your face
when you died.
I sat beside your
torn-out eyes
you could see
who I am

- 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


Idore said...

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


Esther Altshul Helfgott said...

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

Anonymous 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.

Anonymous 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?

Anonymous 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.

Anonymous 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,


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