Her daughter's spare key,
slipped
in the lock, to open

A lifeless house

The granddaughter
follows

"Take the shoes, they're of little value."

Obediently,
timidly,
she goes to the bedroom closet.

She tries on a pair
of beige sandals;
understated,
good quality,
and so

comfortable.

These are followed
by two more pairs,
which disappoint
in comparison.

Then,
Oh,
She sees the slippers.
So familiar,
knit
together.

And the
granddaughter
unravels.

She slips them on.
Slips into oblivion.

Do you need a hug?
Singsong from the office.

They meet in the hallway.
And slip into each other's arms.

It is easy
to wear
her literal
shoes

But the slippers
feel empty
on her feet.