she sang “1957”
the year i turned 3
i remember pictures
and my grandchildren
my life flickers by
in roughly scripted scenes
even my words
are out of time
what is this about
what am i doing
where am i going
in such a rush
my parents
my grandparents too
the fuss the tears
what use were they
reflecting on those gone
seeing myself in them
all that matters isn’t easy
just love and kindness
