Wind Chimes & Other Such Things

It is April
and your grandparents house
is no longer stagnant
and it never really
has been.

Your mom is making
ham, and deviled eggs and
the ottoman is in a different spot but
the fan still clicks when it twirls.

The front door is ajar,
and life feels real and eternal—
But your grandma isn't here anymore,
and the house is older,
and the dog,
and you're not ready to be older too.

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