Sibling Bond

The sibling connection manifested itself
during the grey areas between wake and sleep

Family photo Indianapolis circa 1969. I am pictured eating ice cream far left, my twin sister, Beth is far right, and my brother Sal is standing next to my twin.

It wasn’t until my younger brother’s ashes
had been strewn into space from a rocket in New Mexico
nearly year after his death that I recognized the
the strength of the sibling bond.

Outliving the five years expected after a devastating
brain tumor diagnosis nearly a decade ago
embracing life to the fullest- France, Italy, Switzerland,
Sal just missed the graduation of his eldest son from high school.

We all knew it was coming…eventually
but then again we really didn’t
dubbing his final farewell a “celebration”
requesting we wear colorful attire- Sal directed the party.

So festive, so much love for a man
a gem of a brother, husband, father and son
anyone could be lucky enough to know
but then came dreams…for me the first of this kind.

The sibling connection manifested itself
during the grey areas between wake and sleep
Save! Budget! he advised
run, run from him, he warned.

I didn’t cry at the celebration of his 50 years
but tonight I weep for the man who
became my friend, not little brother and
confidante on how to live and die graciously.

-This poem is dedicated to my brother, Sal Miceli, who lost his battle with brain cancer four years ago.

Ann Marie Steele

I write poetry about love and loss, what I observe, experience, and pine for. I’m an acrobat, yogi & mom. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.

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