The Tuesday Angel

On the day before the stroke struck her,
A Tuesday, as it happens,
Helga met an
Angel.

On the day on which the stroke struck her,
She remembered the Angel
when she was
Unconscious,

On the day after which the stroke struck her,
She told me about the Angel
just as she fell
Asleep.

Der Dienstag Engel, she muttered
As she drifted away, a child again
Whispering to her Mutti or
Someone.

On the day after the day
After the day of that stroke,
Helga’s Angel vanished
As her memory
drained away
Entirely

Now we bravely laugh about the
Tuesday Angel but
We’re whistling in the dark,
I think, hoping he’s really
Gone

And not waiting around the corner