Clear as could be
I saw her come in,
Looking around,
Liking my new home.
Of course, she’d come; her grandkids are nearby.
Her voice, her mannerisms,
All pure Alice.
“You can go wherever you want,”
She explained,
A lesson about the unknown,
“but they don’t always see you
Or know you’re there.”
Of course I saw her.
Of course I heard her,
My dearest friend Alice
Who left us with laughter
Ten years ago.
April 2, 2020
