
Becky Gamache
My baby brother, Adam Michael Sheda, was murdered on June 30, 2007. As I try to heal, I have so many “what if” and “if only” moments. This poem came out of that longing to have Adam back–if even for a day–to tell him all those things I can’t tell him now.
One More Day
What would I do if I could have you here with me again?
Would I hold your hand and ask you just to stay a little while?
Or would I just sit and look at you and your handsome smile?
Would we laugh again at one more joke or share a story or two?
Or would you call me like you used to, pretending it wasn’t you?
Would you tell me that time will heal my broken heart?
Or would you tell me that someday we’ll be together, not apart?
But then I’d have the chance to tell you how proud of you I was
How much I love, how much I miss you, how much you meant to us
One more day would be incredible, but it would never be enough. |
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