Beyond the Fireworks
It's the Fourth of July.
Remember...
With fireworks above
You flew like the wind to be by my side
As they roared with rage
I teased, but I held you close
Like always
My hands covered your little ears
And your little hands covered mine
I watched you watch sky
My little sister.
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It's the Fourth of July.
Remember...
With fireworks above
We were the embodiment of youth
Carefree as the wind whipped wildly through our hair
In a friend's black Jetta
We journeyed to the beach to watch the town's display
Faithfully at my hip
You tagged along
Where you belonged.
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It’s the Fourth of July
Remember…
With fireworks above
I paced the pavement in dreadful worry, calling you
In the downfall of your self-destruction
I would fall ill with every heard siren
My face would flush with fever at each knock on my door
You arrived home that night under the smoke-filled sky
Your eyes filled with clouds
Clouds remained
But you did not
My sister.
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It's the Fourth of July.
Remember...
With fireworks below...
I soared above the ignited sky in an airplane
Without you
Those celebratory colors cracking miles below me
As I flew
Home from where you left
To fly home
High above the planes
Above the fireworks
Where you illuminate the Heavens
On the Fourth of July
And I remember.
Copyright © Jessica Wheeler | Year Posted 2023
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