Grandma Toledo never stinted on love.<\/p>\n
She was old, I was the youngest child<\/p>\n
in a family of seven.<\/p>\n
Mother never let any of us sit on her lap,<\/p>\n
but Grandma Toledo welcomed me to hers.<\/p>\n
Wrinkled, sagging arms radiated comfort,<\/p>\n
smelled of baby talcum powder.<\/p>\n
Tucked in there, I could fall asleep.<\/p>\n
No need to be on high alert against danger.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Bismarck, peridot-eyed Russian Blue cat<\/p>\n
had a spurt of white hair on his chest<\/p>\n
like pastry Bismarcks,<\/p>\n
fried doughnuts with a spurt of cream on a side.<\/p>\n
In his last elder years,<\/p>\n
at night, purring, he leapt up on the bed,<\/p>\n
padded over my body<\/p>\n
and plumped down on my head–<\/p>\n
we shared the pillow.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Like Grandma Toledo,<\/p>\n
Bismarck kept insomnia at bay.<\/p>\n
I could sleep the night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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