Grandma

Grandma, ninety-four
called me Rose
halfway through our conversation today
I can’t blame her
for mixing up flower names
nor mixing up granddaughters
for that matter
she does not always
remember me
but she remembered
the boy I brought
on my last visit
she spent a whole afternoon
smiling at him
then held his hand
and mine
as we posed for a photo
before looking over
to my dad to say
is this one she’ll keep?

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day 8 of #the100dayproject with my #100daysoftravelnotes