Speeding up time Time a broken glass found in the sand... - TopicsExpress

Speeding up time Time a broken glass found in the sand... childhood memories are recalled for maybe there is nothing else left. Faces become strangers and all is forgotten. She asked if I wanted to she the grandchildren...we walked down the hall, like a museum of fine work there were photographs the full length of the wall, so high that the eyes could hardly make out the ones next to the ceiling. She stopped about half way down and stood in front of one that seemed to be a photograph of Thanks Giving about five years ago. she started from left to right, placing her hand against the glass as though she could feel the presence of the child. Slowly she would tell me each name, like reading braille... her fingers slide across the glass stopping at the smiling faces. After it was done and we started back towards the kitchen she touched my arm and asked me “Have you seen my Grand children?” I replied no mam... When went to the same photograph and from left to right she placed he fingers on each child and told me their names. Three times that night we went back in time, three times that night everything was fine there was no torment, no fear of a stranger in her home. When I started to leave I gave her a hug... she violently pushed me off, like a child taught to not let someone touch...like a bolt of lightning fear consumed her for I became a stranger. A woman I have known all my life now frantically called out to her husband to come quick. She tried to figure out who I was as her husband told her the family tree...he is the son of my brother, you remember...The road she traveled was never straight again, it was full of obstacles and holes...its not something they go through by themselves for he was by her side till the end. Even his touch was forgotten over time. Lost in her own home, a home that was filled with strangers became her last stop, her last memory. penofpoet