Times for Remembering — Summary

MeganDreamy

You, my young brother as young and athletic as you may be will be set sail in the wind, choosing your own path of life we were once inseparable but now I can no longer hold you back from times of joy. I see you out playing the field like it comes natural reminding me of the days when we spent hours exploring golden crops zig zagging through rows of stalk that reach 3 feet above our heads This was where we would find you when we played our silly childhood games in the sweltering sun As I watch sweat drip off of you after days of practice reminders from years ago creep into my mind when you and I would play ring around the rosy. Rain would fall out side the window and I always threw you into the solid plaster when we "fell down" Spending the night in the Emergency Room you were the brother I always protected and now I wasn't the one to hurt you although memories will always come when I think about sending such a young child to earn staples within his head Young brother, you are now set free to live the life of a growing boy, but always remember I'll be your older sister for the times gone bad for you to come to when theres no one else to speak with.

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Megan speaks to her younger brother as she watches him grow into an athlete, and the poem moves between that present moment and their shared childhood. Seeing him play and sweat after practice brings back memories of exploring tall crops together and playing ring around the rosy. One memory is darker: during that game she threw him into a plaster wall, and he ended up in the emergency room with staples in his head.

The speaker feels a mix of tenderness, guilt, and pride. She admits she can no longer hold him back, and she accepts that he must choose his own path, which the image of a boat set sail in the wind captures well. Yet the old accident still lingers, since she was the protective sibling who accidentally hurt him. The mood is nostalgic and gently bittersweet. It ends with reassurance: even as he becomes independent, she will always be there when he needs someone to talk to.

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