The day you first pronounced that word You crowned me, Giving me the best title I'd ever heard
'Grandma', You say this with some passion Sometimes in almost desperate fashion As if you need to be rescued
When this word is most used, You're waiting to be scooped up And may have recently refused To comply
You and I A new duo Me and Juno
When I go out of a room I hear you 'Mam mar' Not wanting to be left out Of whatever adventure I'm on
Because yes, when we are together Every small thing we do, whatever is a special occurrence a big new experience A happening With you, thereareno little things
In the sandy shadow of the beige fronted buildings I pass Sometimes lost in a shady labyrinth, of narrow paths A confusing shortcut making a wrong turn Spilling me then into crowds of Saturday shoppers Newly trendy vendors selling specialities in street art squares Places to be where freshly brewed coffee perfumes the air
Born again quarters named after new tram stops Ushering in gentrification with organic food shops
Despite its many changes of direction This street map holds on to my affection
Only I can see the tracing paper layer of where I see the traces of moments of our lives in places
The cartography of my memories overlay Coordinates that my heart strings play Etched in the air, as I turn that corner there As if sketched on a layer of see-through paper The image of a memory’s trailing vapour Of a moment, years ago, at this exact location
