Everywhere I look, there are memories.
Each place I look,
My Grandma
was there.
Out the window, grass so green, sun so strong that
The world glistens --
Road,
Lawn,
Leaves --
It's all
Like when Grandma and I played catch
In my backyard.
Grandma on a sunchair,
Off to the corner of the yard --
Left
If you're facing it.
Near the driveway,
Under the tree,
Shaded,
Before a backdrop of flowers.
I threw the ball --
Small ball, I can only guess what type.
Grandma caught it,
Caught it, then threw the ball
To me.
Throw, catch, throw, catch, throw, catch,
Miss.
Try again.
And the rocking chair,
Now darkened from her aide's pants at the shivah,
So white all my Grandma's life.
She sat in it in April
at the Passover seder.
Cousins' noises all around,
Chatter,
Even a toddler,
Was Grandma wearing her sweater-type outfit?
With the purple triangles?
I know it was cold.
I stood by Grandma's side.
She pointed out my top --
"I like the flowers,
Did you make them?"
"Thanks, but no. I bought it like that."
She points, perhaps.
"Pretty."
"Thanks, I like your dress too."
I know my quotes must be somewhat off,
And was that when Grandma pointed?
Who cares?
The love was there.
I was by Grandma's side,
And we were
Glad.
Then there's the "Quotable Woman" book, and on and on.
My birthday.
I was turning fourteen.
Alzheimer's, but Grandma read the quotes,
loved them,
Read them with me, I believe.
Surely looked at the pictures.
Gave me the book.
So many quotes in there remind me of
Grandma.
Personality-wise,
Relationship-wise.
Even my rabbit,
Typically disliked, I love
For my grandma's interest in her.
Grandma petted his head,
Surprising.
As it was,
My parents' bedroom,
Where I was changing,
When Grandma walked in.
Horrifying at the time,
Now good --
A memory.
And perhaps most of all,
My home's front door,
Which tells the story of changing times.
Early on, it was
White.
Grandma entered
With her own key.
"Good morning darling Grandma."
Embraces.
"Please stay!"
Door now pink.
Mommy brought Grandma in.
Hugs,
Kisses,
Holidays,
Lunches,
Pure love though there weren't
Quotes,
Same door,
Just different colors,
But it always opened for Grandma.
Even when it stuck a little,
The door opened in the end.