A Writing Kind of Day: Poems for Young Poets

A Writing Kind of Day: Poems for Young Poets — page 5
Memory Loss It’s not like losing a wallet or even your best friend Losing your memory is losing yourself Each sentence Grandma speaks makes me think of crossing a river She steps from word to word until suddenly she stops in the middle disoriented Should she go back or keep going Mom takes Grandma by the hand and helps her safely to the other