Author's Note: On December 12th, 1968, my legal guardian - my maternal grandmother
- took me aside when I got home from school and told me that my baby brother
Danny had died of starvation not long after he had been returned to my mother
and stepfather in 1960 by the courts - I was devastated, and wrote this poem
for Danny an hour later. I didn't find out until 1986 that my grandmother had
lied in order to keep me from trying to find him, and to further increase my
hatred of my mother, from whom I and my siblings were taken in 1959.
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A warm golden glow spreads through a room
filled with feasting people, devoid of any gloom;
happy and carefree, headless of the night...
But, somewhere, a child is crying
Joyous spirits follow brandy quickly
and merriment floods forth thickly
surrounding all in warm golden light...
But, somewhere, a child is dying
The feast lasts through the icy night
and finally ends, the people feel light
and slowly depart on their ways...
Somewhere -- a child is dead
December 12, 1968
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