| | Reflections on My Grandmother1
sitting in a flowery chair mad with age carrying conversations with the travel channel
"beautiful... Mexico... beautiful Mexico... sixteen... day... cruise..."
bright colors and sounds her faithful companion
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"I'm hungry I need food they don't feed me here"
holding a half-eaten sandwich
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"who's your mother?"
grasping at wisps of her old self recognition just beyond the horizon
does the memory of me linger in the back of her mind or does she ask everyone this question?
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| | Posted 4/19/2008 1:43 PM - 4 comments
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