Hang on to the pieces of the game

Lately,
I have
been
thinking
about
gifts.
My
neighbors,
friends
really,
Mary Margaret
and
Uncle Bobby,
lost
a
friend.
They
discovered
this
by
accident.
Driving
home
from
errands.
Squad
cars
and
ambulances
in
front
of
his
house.
Animal
control
searching
for
run-away
pets.
Him.
Having
died
days
ago
found
in
his
home.
And
a
call
from
Christi,
"I'm
in
the
neighborhood.
Can
I
come
over for
ten
minutes?"
And
there
at
my
front
door-
a
lost
soul.
I
roast
a
chicken.
Wonder
about
my
house.
Missing
Greta.
She
spent
the
weekend
with
Mathew.
In
this
silence
I
discover
all
these
angels
hovering
about.
Always.
It
makes
me
cry.
I
listen
to
Erik
Satie.
And
give
thanks.