Category: NaPoWriMo

Would you still play ball? Dashing up and down the courts Killing our egos?

With you in control What – who – would you want to be At this point in life?

Where would you be now If your life were still your own? What would you become?

You were always bold At least, that’s how I saw you Never showing fear

What would you have said About the state of affairs In our country now?

Would you celebrate Your brothers’ eighteenth birthday With us back at home?

I often wonder What you would be doing now Were you still with us

We really miss you We talk about it sometimes Just not bluntly so

And so it beginsEvery year, during AprilI write about it