I remember
When we would play
King of the mountain
On your freshly made bed
Mommy would be mad at us
But we wouldn’t care
I remember
How I would let you win
Just to see you shine
When you would say
“I beat my big sis!”
I remember
How your brown hair
Bounced when you would
Run up and hug me
Your big blue eyes
Widened in excitement
But now your image is just
A picture in a frame
And all I can do now
Is remember.
When we would play
King of the mountain
On your freshly made bed
Mommy would be mad at us
But we wouldn’t care
I remember
How I would let you win
Just to see you shine
When you would say
“I beat my big sis!”
I remember
How your brown hair
Bounced when you would
Run up and hug me
Your big blue eyes
Widened in excitement
But now your image is just
A picture in a frame
And all I can do now
Is remember.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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