I keep the photo in a box,
the box that my grandmother
gave me one Christmas,
the box that holds a single
glass angel ornament with golden trim.
I tuck the picture
underneath the angel
for safe keeping.
The photograph captures
the Christmas that you
spent with us 18 years ago
in Nashville.
This is the first Christmas
that Grand is no longer with us,
and the first Christmas
that the two of you,
complete strangers,
will somehow keep each other
company.
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