{"id":17563,"date":"2016-08-13T09:48:42","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:48:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17563"},"modified":"2016-08-13T10:00:22","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:00:22","slug":"rachel-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/rachel-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Rachel"},"content":{"rendered":"

She\u00a0died,<\/p>\n

Clinging to memories and thoughts of a sisterhood\u00a0that never had a chance to unfold,<\/p>\n

15 years old,<\/p>\n

ambitions,<\/p>\n

hopes,<\/p>\n

dreams of a better time,<\/p>\n

halted by the end of time–<\/p>\n

Sisters who\u00a0work in the garlic fields together,<\/p>\n

A team of children living in poverty,<\/p>\n

Struggling to eat each day — then —<\/p>\n

we<\/p>\n

became<\/p>\n

me,<\/p>\n

I reach out to you on nights when I wavier and you come to me,<\/p>\n

Memories,<\/p>\n

Rememeber the time when we sat down on a rock and talked about what we have never told the parents?<\/p>\n

Your arm was bleeding,<\/p>\n

scrapes and cuts so real that I see them today,<\/p>\n

No one knows but me,<\/p>\n

You asked me never to tell,<\/p>\n

and I haven’t,<\/p>\n

You fell off your roller blades, right?<\/p>\n

15 years living,<\/p>\n

15 years gone,<\/p>\n

I celebrate\u00a0every birthday,<\/p>\n

Take off every death day,<\/p>\n

and I remember you,<\/p>\n

Memories,<\/p>\n

Remember when you tried to sneak out of the house?<\/p>\n

You came running back in,<\/p>\n

“Someone is out there, watching me,”<\/p>\n

Next morning,<\/p>\n

A single sweater was drying on the clothesline,<\/p>\n

You sweated that night, fear,<\/p>\n

and blushed in the morning, embarrassment,<\/p>\n

You never got those boots you were saving up for,<\/p>\n

A letter in your hand writing,<\/p>\n

Returned to me after grandma passed,<\/p>\n

I re-read your thoughts all the time,<\/p>\n

Stay close to me,<\/p>\n

Memory,<\/p>\n

I write a poem about my sister,<\/p>\n

Her letter next to a picture of her and grandma,<\/p>\n

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Those were happy times in the struggle of life.<\/p>\n

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