Jody Zolli

So they sat
And one by one
Handed the grandmother her memories

Catching with parchment hands
At the kitetails of “remember when…”
She blinks
Blurring the window now
With the one she stared through
As she washed the dishes
And the one she gazed from
Clutching her mother’s hand
In a thunderstorm

Her eyes glaze
As she slides sidelong through time
Disoriented by the canvas
Of the faces she loves
As they pass, ageless
Through her dazed hours

She cherishes these visits
These people who appear
From the scrapbook of fading pages
Her memory has become

After the goodbye
No longer echoes in her ear
She wonders if they’re visiting today