G…goo…goo…g…

“G…goo…g…goo…”

We sit in the back of the car
me and a stranger, my grandma.
Known me for forever,
has no idea who we are.

“G…goo…g…goo…oh!?”

It hurts so seeing her strain
as staring at me tries again.
Foraging for foreign words
in a lost corner of her brain.

“G…who…g…goo…g…ah.”

Keen to help ease her stress,
guess it’s time for me to guess.
“Goal? Gourd? Goose? Good?”
Smiles, sees a memory in the mess.

“Good! Good! Good looking!”

I don’t know whether to smile, laugh or cry.
I’m her stranger: some “good looking guy”.

“Thank you. Thank you grandma.”

That might be me someday.

Copyright © 2015 Philip Craddock. All rights reserved.

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3 thoughts on “G…goo…goo…g…

    1. Thank you. 🙂 Sadly she passed away years ago but this memory of sitting with her in the back of the car remained.

      Sometimes find I’m unable to write in the moment…but it’s saved there for me for when the time feels right. I guess today was that time.

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