Jillian Marie

Sissy,
Jillian Marie,
I found your dried cord on
the paisley polyester comforter.

Grandma was there. You know this story.

Mom was changing your diaper on the bed.
We were all
together.

A memory so precious—
It gets better every year.

Grandma, Mom, and I were all looking at you like we had found a treasure.

Discovering that hard, crinkled raisin
connected you
to me.