A Sister’s Earliest Memory

by Carla Schwartz

I remember at two
the bundle
Mommy carried
in her arms
made a barrier
between Mommy
and me
eclipsing
her face,
my sun—
the light
that shined on only me,
until that day,
at two,
when I felt
the darkness,
wallowed
in the shadow
of my sister,
became
a distant moon.

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