It was just a windowpane
I'd looked through before,
But today it seemed magical . . .
I was gonna get to meet
My baby brother for the first time.

I hoped he would look like me,
Because Mommy said that
He would be adopted
From a totally different family,
Yet he would still be ours.

His name was gonna be Devin.
I was gonna help feed him
And play with him when he got older.
I couldn't wait till then.
I wanted to play with him now!

. . . . .

Mommy & Devin never arrived home.
They were in a wreck.
A drunk swerved into Mommy's lane --
Her car rolled over twice,
Landed upside down,
And burst into flames.

By the time the ambulance came,
There was no one left alive to rescue.
Mommy was burned up to ashes,
And Devin had been thrown
Into the road when the car crashed.

Daddy & I are moving away
After Mommy's funeral tomorrow.
He says there are too many ghosts
Haunting the house & his mind,
And he needs a clear head
to think with.

Sometimes at night I think about Devin:
I wonder what he looked like,
What he thought about before,
And if we would have been friends.
I no longer look out the window. . . .

9-6-22.


© Kris Bailey