Day 615

Here is the street where you
grew up.  Can you
see it, though it’s nothing now
but rock, bulldozed flat?  Can you
find the houses?  Your own house?
Here is the school
where you learned to read.
You may find a shard or two
of a desk, a chair, a wall
that stood between your classroom
and your sister’s.  Here
is your sister, her hair
braided, her hand
holding a pen.  Her notebook
open.  Is that
the way you remember her?  Can you
picture her walking?  Eating?
Playing with the cat?  Here
is the cat, gray and white, 
his eyes green, tail
a little crooked,  What
would you give
if you could hold him
even one more time
on your lap?