you
you the poem wizard
you the newpaper editor
you the creative, cultural goddess
years ahead of me
at the tender age of 10

i read your words
i let the unexpected tears fall
i whisper to you
"it's okay"
over and over

the memories

the peanut butter cookies
the conctruction paper
the die der das
the chess
the jello
the lola rennt

the silence
not singular
maybe just one more deafening.