It had been three years
Since I’d crossed your threshold
But somehow walking in,
It still felt like home.
We sat on your living room floor
Passing the sketchpad back and forth
Perfecting the design
With your hand and mine.
Then we moved to the kitchen
Chatting as you set up your tools;
I put my ankle in position
And you etched into my skin.
To make it through the pain
I squeezed the hands
Of your lovely sister
Who might as well be mine.
I thought how fitting it was
At your kitchen table
Creating something beautiful, permanent
Holding on for strength.
I look down at it smiling
As I sit in my apartment
On the other side of the globe
The beautiful marks you left.
About the Creator
Andrea N. Brown
Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.
Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King
Comments (1)
Andreaaaa!! This was so perfect, and you made sis cry!! Also, she wants it printed so she can put in on her wall 🥹🫶💖