joyrascal

There doesn't go a day, Where I forget that my grandmother forgets. She's trapped in her own present, her past fading into fog, And sickening obscurity. I remember for her; Of how she used to keep the tears away with cake and condensed milk custard, How she made me meringue when I was afraid of flying and told me that it was the cloud that would keep me safe. I flew back home that summer, Unafraid of the plane Because my grandmother would keep me safe In a cloud of whipped egg whites. I remember her crying when I left Because I couldn't stay with her, and she was blind to my growing. I remember because she wouldn't remember my f