A Sister's Grief

There are moments
in my day

when I hear
 the wild parrots
laughter
echos
above the wires

and remember
our hours
laughing
over the wire

a whole big book of nothing
doubling 
me
over
long after 
the call

that I can still see 
your five year old face
nestled in a crown of curls
smiling at me

I see that same smile
now in the face
of your son

and hear your laughter 
in my own

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 29

Based on the prompt to write a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility on an emotion one has felt powerfully.