For Isaac Zaret
He speaks excitedly on the phone.
My grandson, not yet six,
just given a new blanket.
He names the blanket Myrna,
for his recently lost Grandma.
Wrapping himself in it
soothes his loss,
keeps her close to him.
When we end our call
I’m too choked
for proper goodbyes.
Thank you dear Isaac
for helping me cope.
Sleep softly
with your blanket named Myrna.
Sleep soundly,
engulfed in your tallit of memory.