I called you
with living blood and lived memories,
with feet dancing to your laughter;
are you flirting with angels
and drinking heavenly mojitos?
I’ve called on you
with bawdy jokes
and ribald songs;
perhaps it isn’t your time…
with red candle and dark whiskey,
with open heart and closed—
“You said whiskey?”
Process Note: Today marks the second anniversary of my little brother’s death. Gregory Guerrero’s flesh and bones left this world on February 28, 2013, ten days before his 27th birthday. But his spirit continues to grow in the hearts of those who love him as he was, in the memories of anyone who speaks his name and summons his smiles…
The poem above came to life after my friends, Jonquil, Sharon, Rommy, Kim and Gina replied to a message I posted on my Facebook wall. I had been working on a short story that celebrates my little brother’s life, when sadness began to creep in; I wasn’t ready for it. So I shared a portion of the first sentence of the story: “I’ve been calling on you, with living blood and lived memories…”, and asked friends to cheer me up by completing it. I said to keep in mind that the words were being spoken by a living sister to her dead brother; that he loves a good joke… and she adores the sound of his laughter.
Thank you, my ladies. May the song of our words warm my little brother’s soul… ♥♥
You will always be loved, mi Gordis…