On Missing My Grandmother as She Used to Be

A poem

Photo by Barrett Baker on Unsplash

It is days like today that I miss her
that I long for tea and toast
in my grandmother’s kitchen
But it’s the missing you feel
of something that was long gone
a moment you can’t live again
I remember a woman that hadn’t
existed for years
the reality was a rushed coffee
every three months with her and her excuses
some version of
I don’t have much time these days
Time — that’s the…