I have been talking to my sister she
may not know she’s been dust and ashes
for the last two years I talk to her
nearly every day
I’ve been telling her about our new baby
who is serious comical busy dark my
sister out of all the rubble and grit
that is now her my sister mutters what
about our old baby he was smart loving
so beautiful
yes yes I said listen just last week
he stopped at my hallway door he saw
your small Turkish rug he stared at it
he fell to his knees his arms wide crying
Jeannie oh my own auntie Jeannie
remembered ah her hard whisper came to me
thank you Grace now speak to him tell him
he’s still my deepest love