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My Brother's Room

Updated on January 13, 2012

My Brother's Room

This was my brother’s room.

His soccer trophies filled the bookcase,

that never held any books.

X-wings and Star Destroyers hung from the ceiling,

and Star Wars sheets adorned his bed.

The G.I. Joes were sold long ago,

but the monster mask was still in the closet

waiting for the next Halloween.

The blue carpet was cleaned last week,

and the drapes were washed and dried.

Mother gave his clothes away

and boxed his games and magazines.

Before I understood what had happened,

my brother’s room was empty.

Father closed and locked the door,

as if sealing away the past.

Maybe he thought that without reminders

we could ignore the emptiness

that my brother left behind.

But it didn’t work like that,

at least not for me.

I still remember the last time

I saw him in this room.

He laughed at my sentimentality

because I clutched the stuffed rabbit

he had given me, even though

I was much too old for such things,

and promised to keep it forever.

Then, with a last teasing tug at my hair,

he disappeared through the door.

And I was left



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    • Casey Cooper profile image

      Casey Cooper 5 years ago from Collinsville, Illinois

      Thank you. Things were not quite that tragic, but still a sad time. This poem is one of my personal favorites.

    • Jackie Lynnley profile image

      Jackie Lynnley 5 years ago from The Beautiful South

      I so hope this isn't true. Beautifully written.