I came across one
you sent me the year
before you died.
Still there
floating in ether
as though you
are still able
to give me your
big brotherly advice.
I worried that you
hadn’t approved of
my choice of career.
I should have reached
higher than teaching, you implied.
Then I came across a story you sent.
One of those forwards that go
round and round to friends
like lost souls
looking for a place to rest.
Teachers can never tell
where their influence stops, it said.
They affect eternity.
So do you big brother.
So do you.
Eileen Curran-Kondrad is adjunct faculty in the English department at Plymouth State University. Her work has been published in NEATE, Journal of The New England Association for Teachers Of English, Teaching Moments, New Hampshire Business Magazine, Centripetal, Upbeat, Folded Word and Red Eft Review.
floating in ether
as though you
are still able
to give me your
big brotherly advice.
I worried that you
hadn’t approved of
my choice of career.
I should have reached
higher than teaching, you implied.
Then I came across a story you sent.
One of those forwards that go
round and round to friends
like lost souls
looking for a place to rest.
Teachers can never tell
where their influence stops, it said.
They affect eternity.
So do you big brother.
So do you.
Eileen Curran-Kondrad is adjunct faculty in the English department at Plymouth State University. Her work has been published in NEATE, Journal of The New England Association for Teachers Of English, Teaching Moments, New Hampshire Business Magazine, Centripetal, Upbeat, Folded Word and Red Eft Review.
Love this poem.
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ReplyDeleteI love this poem. I lost my big brother this year. He was my best friend too. I have a pack of letters he wrote me from the army some 40 years ago and also my childish replies which he kept. I reread a few with his kids but cannot bring myself to reread the whole bunch. I treasure these letters.
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