Grampy

by Susanna Keilig

Nothing,

yet everything

is known between us.

Everything,

yet nothing

creates our memories.

On a cozy couch

supported by pillows

and one another.

Leafing through

the change of time.

Delicate, yellowing paper;

your life,

therefore a part of mine,

seen through your foggy eyes.

That sweet aroma;

Dust of gathered years

Comfort of the now

Questions for the future

Everything is changing.

A warm embrace

within our hearts

where love’s strength does not weaken,

like your frail figure,

and where memories

can never

fade away.