Distorted Memories

I stepped through to the other side

walked right through the looking glass

trying to find my family

roots.

I found my grandmother, recognized her

right away. I’d seen pictures of her

but she’d never seen any of me.

We were like distant strangers

converging on a moment in time and

after we’d spent hours talking

she smiled the strange smile of remembering.

“I feel as if though I’ve known you all my life.”

And her words felt to me

like lying across grandma’s lap in summertime or

being held near grandma’s bosom listening

while she sings to me, songs her mother

used to sing to her. I felt the weight of history

in the lyrics of her songs.

But one day the mirror shimmered.

Grandma looked at me like the stranger I was.

“What are you doing sitting on me?

Would you get up off me please?”

I stretched my body up toward the sky

so I could kiss her cheek

and slid away with all her other

distorted memories.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind