Monday, May 12, 2008


When you were strained
tighter than the E
on your violin
that you knew better than your own laugh
you wrote a paper
for a class project.

Years later
I read it
-sorry for the invasion-
and in it
you said you had a brother
that made you smile.

Well I'm here
and I will do it again.


Sonia said...

Berkley, thank you. No one's ever written a poem about me. I really like it. That was when we lived in The Woodlands. You were about 8 and you'd chase us with outstretched arms yelling, "Hug-a-bug!"

Sonia said...

I love the part "you were strained tighter than the E string on your violin" - I sure was that stressed out in H.S.