Us

By Jessie Hiller

Malia, oh

Malia, playing princesses and

Pirates. Running away from her little sister, Jade. Fighting, loving giving, hoping. Homer seas and beaches. I have lost so many things, but never this important.  Some days I write to her. Months and months pass, but never a letter. I cry in my small stitched green pillow. But I look up at the sky and I remember.