(Un)forgotten

A message from Mum. Grandma died this morning. And through my grief, knowing it was better this way, That this life was no way to live. Wondering whose photographs are on the walls. Misplacing treasures in careful places. Confusing hour… day… year… Fading. Disappearing. Forgetting. And who’s in THAT picture? ‘They’re my children, Grandma.’ Oh,…