Cousins & Cancer: Poetry by Bobbi Sinha-Morey

“The Memorial”


The Memorial


At the memorial I saw my

favorite cousin, the only

one I’d ever really been close

to, and the look of grief on

her face, the slide show before

us of Sara’s last days, the color

of my cousin’s eyes, a flat grey

light, once blue as a robin’s

eggs, wishing I didn’t have to

see her spirit be crushed like

this, the grim reminder of Sara’s

cancer—the loss of her nails

and hair, her bird-like hands

that once held a paintbrush,

her scoliosis that had given

her pain over the years. And

to see my cousin sit across

from me at the circular table

made me want to grab the glass

castle that always stood by my

bedside, break it apart with

my fingers. I had to watch her

delicate soul; she never cried

this way before in seven years.

Bobbi Sinha-Morey lives
in the peaceful city of Brookings, Oregon. There she writes poetry in the morning and
at night, always at her leisure. Her work has appeared in a variety of places such as
Helix Magazine, The Wayfarer, Pirene’s Fountain, Oasis Journal 2016, Uppagus,
and Freshwater Literary Journal 2017. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.
com and her work has been nominated for Best of the Net. She loves aerobics,
knitting, reading, and taking walks on the beach with her husband.


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