A sunny day, perhaps, but my heart is sad. She is gone and I am left with just her memory
. Toys left in the kitchen, her favorite blanket
on the stair rail. It's as if she wanted her spirit to stay behind
and fill the empty house.
I look out in the yard and search for toys she might have abandoned, but there are none. I am thankful for that. I live on a quiet street with little traffic, but I would hate to have something of hers stolen. It wouldn't be right.
I am sure I have all of her things in the box now, so I can take it to the basement, with the others. Each of them have their own cardboard box, each sealed and marked. And upstairs, my little memory book with a single strand of her hair and a button off a blouse. One of eight now, each so special, so perfectly preserved. I can't believe they are all gone.
I wish it was raining, a cloudy day would be much more apropos. Maybe I'll put on some Cole Porter, that will cheer me up.