The first time we visited you said your niece drew remarkable horses.
Her sister bit strangers. A nephew would soon turn one.
The biter loved to be thrown in the deep end.
The budding hippologist watched carefully that whole first visit.
Improvising riddles, we entertained the neighbors' kids.
What is the difference between a female wizard and a male witch?
Your brother kept whiskey in the basement with his amps.
Trying the steel, then the Spanish classical; clumsily strumming one chord.
Your sister-in-law mixed her signature cocktail, The LaPlantini.
Outsiders to the clan, she and I bonded over movies, books, music, brantówka.
The biter woke you one afternoon, when Ed and I went to a movie.
"So, Katie, is John your boyfriend?"
Making good time back to Chicago I always hoped we'd hit traffic.
Car Wheels on a Gravel Road re-starting outside Lafayette.
Tonight, Chase shreds Pat Benatar on Guitar Hero.
Beth opens boxes and separates your clothes by size.
We make bundles to take to your sister, her kids, your mother.
Chloe, the biter, and Emma, the hippologist, claim sweatshirts; Chase sleeps in your ringer t's.
Later, when the house is quiet, I steal lines from other elegies:
In another room, Keri Te Kenawa is singing the Laudate Dominum of Mozart, very faintly.