\u201cAngel Wing,\u201d I said<\/p>\n
my name.<\/p>\n
They buzzed me into the<\/p>\n
hallway with light yellow walls.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t need an I.D.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We always visited at Thanksgiving<\/p>\n
surrounded by various hues<\/p>\n
of orange, black, and dandelion.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Mabel in her Mad Hatter blue<\/p>\n
linen shirt followed you to the table<\/p>\n
and hovered, talking to herself.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Once,<\/p>\n
you followed us<\/p>\n
back down the light-yellow hall,<\/p>\n
clung to the door jambs<\/p>\n
begging to leave with us,<\/p>\n
banging on the door<\/p>\n
after they pried away your fingers.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This time,<\/p>\n
white snow blanketed the patio<\/p>\n
where we would sit the last time.<\/p>\n
The tree leaves were green<\/p>\n
that day, lush<\/p>\n
with harmonious vigor.<\/p>\n
You asked,<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Bob?<\/p>\n
He should be back<\/p>\n
from the garden by now.<\/p>\n
He knows he needs to visit<\/p>\n
when family is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You asked where I lived, again,<\/p>\n
even though you knew I had just answered.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Bob?<\/p>\n
He will be so unhappy<\/p>\n
that he missed his family visiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Your great-grandsons were so handsome,<\/p>\n
and you commented, again, on my naturally curly hair.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Bob makes me so mad<\/p>\n
when he won\u2019t come in<\/p>\n
from that garden<\/p>\n
and visit his family.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I was supposed to tell he was buried<\/p>\n
six years ago, and you<\/p>\n
were at the funeral,<\/p>\n
but I didn\u2019t have the heart.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
This time, though,<\/p>\n
you sat in your colors<\/p>\n
of truth and wisdom<\/p>\n
on the edge of heaven.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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