Katelyn Hubbs

A family portrait hangs on the wall,

It’s recent and has all of us in it.

All three sisters, both brothers,

Laughing at dad’s ridiculous jokes.

Behind us my nephews are playing

While mom brings out the food.

Everyone is here, it feels unreal.

Maybe because it is.

The sound of screaming takes me back

the vibration of slamming doors

knocks the portrait off the wall,

it shatters.

each of my siblings start to vanish,

until I’m sitting alone with

ten year old phots of all of us

together.