Seeming to be 'just forgetful'
Granddad asks his 'memory bank' Grandmother,
where and when did we meet?
She, becoming familiar with his condition
gives out a well-used sigh
followed by a well-used laugh that,
like all her laughs, flowers from the garden of her heart.
It is such a cosy sigh and, laugh,
that if all the people in the world would have heard them
they would have made a special place for them in their hearts.
comes her cotton wool-ing reply,
'it was in the the 'Stone age' ( she jests )
hinting at the raged over, era, of Jagger and the boys.
' and on that fifth day in November in nineteen sixty-five when,
because of love at first sight
and for your own safety
I just knew that I had to get you away from your narcotised so-called friends
slumped next to you on that park bench.
Granddad echoes her laugh
suddenly wondering who she is
while he retains a left-over smile.
It is such a pitiful vacant looking smile
that if all the people in the world would have seen it
they would have all drowned, in a tsunami of their own tears.