My Gramma taught me how to play crazy eights.
She taught me how to play yatzee.
I learned how to pop my gum in my tounge from her.
I got to have cheeze out of a pressure can when she came.
I learned how to play solitare.
I know exactly how she smelled when I smell it, but I don’t know what the smell is.
I think it was aqua net hairspray….
I watched my gramma refresh her hair in the mornings.
I loved her silver hair.
Maybe mine will be that way someday.
Gramma gave me coffee NIPS from her end table bowls.
Gramma doesn’t know me now.
I have to help her roll dice at bunko.
She doesn’t smell the way she used to.
Her eye brows should not be purple.
Her hair is white and messy.
Her smile is confused.
I hate to be around her.
To see her in this state.
I don’t know how to talk to her.
She can’t hear or understand.
I can tell she thinks she knows me, and cannot remember how.