...Than Any Of Us

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...Than Any Of Us

Karyn Indursky

 

I stand at our door encased in wood
with our mirror showing me more than anyone can
as I stand here with my eyes fixated on
our sky sprinkled with fireworks stripping me of
tranquility faster than it was ever obtained
by my repressing memories from long ago,
but as fireworks boom in the distance
I'm not numb anymore with painted words
showing me my cousin in his youth holding
on to the lit firework with his star bright smile
lighting his mother's heart all over again
yet happiness is short lived when his father
makes him hold on to that burning firework
until it explodes in his fragile hand
while his father stands there contentedly laughing
at inflicted pain given by no other than
his smug alcoholic father never caring about anyone
unless it has a direct effect on him
and with that crackling rally of fireworks
I smile in knowing my cousin's in a far better place...
than any of us.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My blood runs cold with remorse for the death of my cousin, Anthony Romig, in 1998 and this one of the frequently talked about memories we have of him. We've never fully learned how to accept what happened to him that night, but maybe by me writing about it it'll help us move on and smile at him as he does upon us from heaven.

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