Image of my grandmother.

Poem The Memory of Oblivion.


Trying to use words when you don't remember what to say is a game of the mind that no longer wants to serve.

She tries carefully to express her feelings or a memory of the past that has suddenly arrived, she comes to my aid wanting to communicate, to share that moment that she has remembered again.


I observe her attentively and listen to her actively, helping to decipher the message she gives me, sometimes coherently, sometimes headlessly.


Between meaningless phrases and the effort reflected on her face, one can perceive frustration, anguish, and sadness.
I give her my patience and make her understand that I understand what she is saying, and she, satisfied with a gesture of joy, says goodbye and smiles.

 

My grandmother's picture is from my property, it was captured with a Huawei Honor 8S cell phone.

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