The submissions deadline is Friday, February 17, 2023.
I remember what my parents have told me:
the bare hospital rooms that became a second home,
the anxious silence before the doctor spoke,
the good and bad days.
But I can’t differentiate my own memories from
the ones I have been told. Only one remains
etched in my mind.
I stood outside the doorway to my parents’ room,
with my brother and father.
We had just come home from school.
My pink butterfly backpack with fraying threads
hung across my shoulders. My mother lay
behind the door. She had been in the hospital.
My dad whispered to go say hello.
I nodded and clasped my brother’s hand.
We put on our blue surgical masks and
my dad led us inside. I took a few steps before
standing still. My hand fell away from my brother as I
stared in silence. I don’t remember what I saw.
Many months later we got the good news,
It was gone. But while it may have been
gone from her body it wasn’t gone from our lives.
Like a shadow.
Sometimes bigger, sometimes smaller,
if and when it would return.
Silver Spring, MD
I have always loved the Harry Potter books.
I want to leave a positive imprint on the world.
My parents inspire me the most.