The Effects of Change

Cotton ball curls coat a pure angel bound
In human form. Bright pink lines curved into a
Smile invite feelings of welcomeness and
Gratitude. Minute ice bergs pierce your soul
Searching for answers-- true answers-- to
Questions recently asked. Classy colors and
Comfortable in crowds, she independently
Climbs to the top of the healthy, fit, and
Active scales. But soon, the bright pink dulls
To the color of a soft, white rose. Cotton balls
Become rough, silver wires skewing about in
Every direction. Ice bergs melt into clear
Puddles of hydrogen and oxygen, trying to
Stay contained with no container. And ever
So slowly, that angel escapes--
Escapes to the place she truely belongs,
And reunites with family and lovers again.

I love you grandma.