The great scandal of the universe
Is that all boundaries are mutable
Even the concrete becomes abstract
A person becomes only an idea
and I can't touch:
faith, joy, love, Grandma
The shake of your shoulders
Quivering of your smiling painted lips
As I tickled you - the last time
It all now has the rhythm of a story book
And I am a still cartoon little girl, nestling in your lap
Last week I was meant to remember you
But I forgot.
If death is the greatest boundary
It grows wider every day
Once I thought I could still smell your perfume
Now the scent is gone.
Today I remembered that I forgot to
Remember. And in the remembrance you seem like
A glacier melting under a gleaming sun
Though your skin was soft and warm
And your voice was smooth and sweet.