This Was Sacrosanct Until We Forgot About It

Listen To Me Say This So
It Distracts Me From My Grandmother
Who Slipped Slow And Known
Into Old Age With That Memory Loss
Of Those Younger Years Which
Relived Themselves Before Times Unknown

Strokes Forgot The Plot
Which I Didn't Take Serious Until My Father
(And Her Son)
Rushed Her With That Twist In Her Gut
From Forgetting To Eat
And All The Good She Said It Has Done

She's Now Sure My Aunt Caused It
With That Half-cast Baby As It Is Often Called
From Some Father Still In Valencia
Who Forces Me To Knock On Wood Or Veneer
When His Name Is Mentioned
In Our Whispers And In Granny's Growing Dementia

CK