Angel on my tree, Miss Polly Klass,
how I do miss thee.
As the angles come out
each Christmas to adorn
our time of generosity,
There you are.
Someone finds you in a box marked fragile,
mostly me,
and hangs you on our holiday tree.
I am reminded of you, Polly Klass,
who returned to the light
after such a short life on Planet Earth.
We had just arrived in California
to start a new life, that very same year.
The time when you drifted back into the ether…
And yet, each year you return to me,
a guide in this time and space continuum…
Miss Polly Klass, your light is so extraordinary…

EPILOGUE: It’s been 22 years…