SWEET PLUMS

My loved Brother

Today, in the middle of my weekly shopping

Between bananas and tomatoes

I found red plums.

 

The noise around me

Made silence,

My mind traveled 24 years ago,

To our small city,

so distant that looks like another life.

 

Remember?

Each month we used to buy

two plums and one sweetened milk,

our monthly rewards

nobody except you, can understand

the huge pleasure that we felt

in the first bite.

 

What selfish we are

We did not want to share with anybody 

Our delicious delicacy.

 

It was our moment

To talk about our first love deceptions,

Our dreams, our plans to will

Without parents around

What young we are

What innocent we are.

Now with a sea between us

I brought the plums home, I put sweetened milk in it

and in memory of us, I took the first bite.

 

While I taste the sweet flavor, I wonder

What happened to our plans?

Our dreams? Our family?

And the most difficult question,

The question that made me

Suffocate a cry in my throat,

And move the head to banish an idea,

That question is

Will I see you again?

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Comments

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 2nd Mar 2021 17:19

A beautiful poem. Thank you.

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Kristian Deidre Brown

Tue 2nd Mar 2021 06:37

So beautiful, Erika. Thank you 💛

A Girl

Mon 1st Mar 2021 19:11

You touched a place within me Erika I thought was long forgotten. Very real.

Thank you.

AG

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