This poem is inspired by recent events and the wisdom my daughter shared in dealing with them.
High up on a shelf lies a box
Within lay all the living pain
Right alongside all the good times
That brothers in spirit can share.
Several colors and shapes strewn about
Polygonal dice and artfully rendered cards
from games played well into the night
and the designs of ancients worlds
So too are the remains of broken hearts
And of Old family memorabilia
Pictures of mothers, sisters, and fathers
Thrown in with old costumes and props
And like Pandora’s box it holds so much more
including the guns, pills, and ropes
representing dark suicidal ideation
from an era that seemed impossible
I’ll open the box again one day
But for now the friendship is over
and the trials and tribulations
have overcome us once and for all.