I remember when Peter,
John and Frank tried to scare you
out of a hoard of Halloween candy.
They lost—but not before your brother
acting like Emil the Detective
repelled the heist.
I remember an ice cream truck, with
music like a call to arms,
and your brother walking with you
to buy a Nutty cone.
I remember the day you skated
in a tournament and your brother
went to see you skate. "Flawless," he said
"even if the judges didn't think so."
You, the younger sister, curly hair,
skating circles around him
on the pond—then teaching
him how to skate backwards
I remember how he always
took your side.
Now he's travelled twenty-one hours
to stand at your side again.