Poetry by Sarah Grace Hook

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Estrangement 
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Bratz Dolls 
Nintendo 
Mom 
Dad 
The Other Woman 
 
Hiding Behind Your Hands 
Fear 
 
Treehouse 
Uhaul 
Brother 
Sister 
Purple Teeth 
 
Hiding Behind Your Hands 
Fear 
 
Dogs 
Grandma 
Dress-up 
Gardening 
A Man 
 
Hiding Behind Your Hands  
Fear 
 
Homework 
Camping 
Backyard Playing 
Writing 
Make-up  
 
Eyes-Wide Open

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​Holiday 

​I noticed the orange in the leaves and thought of you. I thought of the piles we’d rake in the yard as kids and run into at full force, destroying our hard work. I thought of the way we’d do it all over again. The change in the weather always reminds me of our car rides to school. I think of hot chocolate on the cold mornings and warm grits on the stove. I think about the music you’d play and the thick coats we shared. I feel as if we’ve grown apart and I hear this happens with age. I can still remember your arms around me as a baby and the short hugs at Christmas. I still call you my brother. I hope you are well. I hope we are well. I know with age your face has grown thinner and it can be hard to block the demons out. I know that with age we fall farther into our family tendencies. I know how badly you wanted to be different from the rest of us. I know how badly you prayed for change. I know how badly you wanted to be the man of the house. I hope one day you're content. I know it can be lonely there. But it can be lonely here too. I ask this much: where are you going, Mike? Where are you going tonight? Will I see you next holiday? 





Sarah Grace Hook is a senior at The University of North Carolina Wilmington. She will graduate in May with a BFA in creative writing and a Certificate in Publishing. She writes nonfiction and poetry. In her free time, she enjoys reading, writing, and spending time with her nephew.
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