"Conversations With Betty"
by
Doug McGaw
escorting hands lift her
from a once favorite chair
can't remember
she casts a foggy look
my direction
someone blurry
flash, flutter, sputter
sparking synapses
forced from inaction
a distant reminder
familiar face
juxtaposed
with a shrinking brain
faded memories
convoluted cortexes
an unsound mind
blank face
persona non grata
fumbling for answers
images lost
somehow
distant prodigal neurons
spring to life
bittersweet recognition
she knows me
what was lost
now is found
if only a moment
she's Grandma again