Retreat

Like counting backwards,
Like the waves retreating,
Like moving back from death to birth,
Silently childhood dawned
On her uninvited,
Her body shriveled like the mango pickled,
Crumpled like a wasted paper
But her mind erasing,
Like a slate wiped off clean,
Of memories that contained me,
I whispered, “Grandma its me”
Her eyes were blank
While she smiled carelessly,
Deluded by her own mind,
She moved away leaving me behind,
She was searching for something
Perhaps some old toy,
Perhaps some old smell,
That still lingered
In her mind that was retreating
Into the world of null and void…