Absence of Sadness
Created: 06/19/2005
The sun shines bright
its warmth spreading across the mountain,
as smiles adorn our faces.
The baby boy is clad in blue,
and the girl is wearing a pink and yellow hanbok,
traditional from her heritage.
The girl is me, the baby is my brother.
At my grandparents' grave,
my brother sits proudly atop the tombstone,
a thick slab
of smooth black marble,
etched with gray words,
like how the constellations etch pictures
in the night sky.
The grave is in Korea,
where my parents' were born.
My dad is solemn,
as he takes this picture,
at his parents' grave.
He is no longer saddened or upset over
the deaths that occurred over ten years ago.
I hug my squirming brother,
as I mistake the absence of sadness?
for joy.
It is quiet now, in the cemetery,
the wind blows softly.
Unusual for a graveyard, the absence of sadness
is peaceful.
I hold on tightly to my brother,
afraid to let go of this new life.
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