Attic Angel

November 11, 2008
By Stephanie Blotner, West Bloomfield, MI

Empty eyes
Not so empty heart
Full still
While the mind
Goes empty
Slowly
Painfully
Eventually
Fading

A slow smile
Timid, unsure
A small gift
To the one
Once called yours

If you don’t know me
Don’t be afraid
I’ll always know you
Because you’re my
Attic angel

The author's comments:
My grandmother who has Alzheimer’s disease inspired this piece, because only the pain of seing her gone could help me write this.

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