Tonight the two of you fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. I find you like this most mornings, a mash of brown hair and fleece nightgowns.
The night I brought you home, I wrapped you both in your own blankets and placed you a foot or two apart inside of a cradle I had refinished. You cried for hours. I couldn’t make it stop. Finally, I loosened the blankets and connected you. You were quiet for the next eight years.
I read an article a few weeks ago about archeologists in Italy finding the skeletal remains of a couple embracing. The remains are believed to be between five and six thousand years old. The headline read: The Prehistoric Romeo and Juliet. No one knows why or how they died; just that they were young and they clung to one another and that embrace has survived for more than 5,000 years.
The archeologist who led the dig said: “From thousands of years ago we feel the strength of this love.”
I want you to hold onto one another like that, tight enough to survive the blast.
Amye Archer is a writer and teacher living and working in Northeastern Pennsylvania. She holds an MFA from Wilkes University, and is a recipient of the Beverly Hiscox Scholarship. Her writing has been published in Nailed Magazine, PANK, PMS: Poem Memoir Story, Hippocampus Magazine, Boston Literary Magazine, and elsewhere. She is the author of two chapbooks, No One Ever Looks Up, published by Puddinghouse Press, and A Shotgun Life published by Big Table Publishing. Her full-length collection of poems, BANGS, was released by Big Table Publishing in August of 2014. Her one-act play,Surviving, was produced locally in 2012. She has read for various magazines including PANK, Quiddity, and Hippocampus. Amye is a Libra, a lover of cats, a devout follower of politics, mommy to Samantha and Penelope, and a partner-in-all-things to Tim. Follow her at @amyearcher.