This is how I remember you.

My Sister’s Tune

by Bert Rock

“Consume my heart away; sick with desire

And fastened to a dying animal

It knows not what it is…”

– William Butler Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium

Short and bright is the morning of youth,

when our bodies and minds are pliable

to life’s tumbles and bruises.

We sail, soar, and stride through our early years,

ignorant of the earth to which we are tethered.

No one gets out of life untouched,

by the madness of being human.

Long is the twilight of age,

once our debt of innocence has been paid.

My little sister is gone.

Of us, only she brought the music of a heartbeat to the world.

Three heartbeats, each so beautiful,

Orion, Alexandra, and Christopher.

I remember my sister’s tune,

So light, and playful, a flute on the breeze.

Her sound will echo in our hearts,

until our own sunsets are upon us.