i wrote this poem on

my broken piano

that's why at times

it's offbeat and slow

which is the perfect take

on the meaning it conveys

of all the brokenness  

that this life permeates

April Springs lover
Pulls back harsh winters cover
From its bed of white

i remember you leaving
for the first time
how my heart felt shattered on the floor
my sister, my mentor
walking out the door
for the first time completely on her own
When you came back,

I remember running
running to office after hearing my name
and there you were
you were no longer on the other side of the country
you were right there

i hugged you so tight my little arms shaked
the office lady was confused
asked if everything was okay
and we just laughed
we smiled like fools

each time it gets easier
it still aches my heart
but my world no longer falls apart
and when you're home its like you never left

this time when you come I'll hold you tight
we will stay up late talking in the night
laughing, hugging, like we used to

if a poem could take life's sorrows
and make you want to cry
if a poem you read tomorrow
turned around and changed your mind
would you read that poem
over and over again
would you keep said poem
held tightly in your hand

if a poem like that
could bring about the day
if that poem in fact
made you change your ways
would that weary poem
help you welcome it
would that very poem
you forever live

if a poem like an arrow
shot into your heart
if this poem took all that matters
and joined all of the parts
would that be the poem
that first made you cry
would that be the poem
that first changed your mind