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A Sleeping Angel
A porcelain ballerina twirls to the melody of a music box.
A silver hairbrush, the thinnest strands of golden angel hair.
The bedding,
undisturbed,
clouds of gossamer above pink and white pillows.
The indentation of a light head.
Through loosely drawn curtains,
sunlight
flitters through.
The gay song of blue jays in the apple trees.
I close the drapes and
shadow
licks at the rug like spilt ink.
The pale white door closes, brass knob clicking into place.
I glide down the corridor, photos in frames showing toothy
smiles.
I do not slide down the banister. I take
one step at a time.
When I reach the parlor, my father’s arm wraps me in warmth.
I look to his eyes, the crooked bowtie.
I look now to the
casket.
White dress, hair spread like the halo of an
Angel.
She lies there.
My sister.
Asleep.
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