She inhales slowly
The voices garbled around her
Her hand bound by another's
"Do you remember me?"
The smell of sweetness wafts closer
Of course I remember my granddaughter
Those words don't come out
"It's okay I remember you."
Stroke to my forehead
My head screams "I do"
But all I can do is nod
Another person's hands on my face
My heart leaps
He's like the moon
A voice excitedly chatters but it's too fast
I can't understand
It's my moon-faced great grandson
The things I want to tell him
The things I want to tell her
My body betrays me
I cannot speak much
Its no longer fit to consume things
What can I tell them
When my voice no longer can be heard
What can I give them
I cannot even assure tomorrow
I cannot give them solace
I cannot give them hope
