I’m suddenly in the basement.
Streaks of light break up the dim.
I’m sitting on the old couch.
My mouth filled to the brim.
To the right of me she sits
As she reads our favorite books aloud.
But we’re continually interrupted by grandma,
Who always seems to be around.

When grandma is finally upstairs,
She quickly shuffles to close the door.
Now, she lets me play with her walker.
With it, I glide across the floor.
Unable to play like four year old me,
In my joy she finds her own.
Upon her wrinkled face,
Her delight is clearly shown.

One day I come to visit,
There is no one in grandma’s basement to find.
I’m told great-grandma lives far away now.
‘It was just simply her time.’
But for some reason, Grandma’s crying.
And beside her, Mom’s a mess…
So I just decide to amuse myself.
Twirling. In my new, black dress.