Stuck in Time

Dear Grandma,

Hey how are you?

How has life treated you?

Tell me how is it being stuck in your own world?

How does it feel to lose vision of all those moments that made you strong?

Do you remember when that man that you called husband entered your room, drunk late at night?

Do you remember how he swung open that door, threw you on the bed put the belt on your neck and forcibly made you his every night.

You would remain silent, you would suppress those tears, because you didn’t want my father and the rest of the children to hear.

Do you remember me?

It’s been many years since you’ve recognized me.

I’m partially glad you don’t remember all. But I pray to the sky that you remember one, just that one moment.

Do you remember when I was two years old and you held me in your arms for the first time.

I don’t remember but I have the photograph.

Your beautiful smile transcends the paper and pierces my soul.

The smile of a woman who lived through pain, the smile of a woman whom choose not to live in vain.

I wish that we could remember that day, then I would be able to say I have a memory of you and you have one of me.

But that’s how life is.

I’m stuck here looking at this frozen moment in time wishing for it to unfreeze so that I could feel your love again.

But you are stuck in 1937 and I’m stuck in the present.

I’m stuck in the present asking you the same questions

And you are stuck in 1937 asking me where your father is and who am I?

I wish you could remember

I wish I could remember

I wish I could remember how it was to be held in your loving arms.

Please Grandma come home, I’m begging you to come home!

Let go of your own world and come home to me!

If it be for a second or two I don’t care I just want you to come home and love me.

Just love me.

I wish you could go beyond 1937

And I could go back to 1997

But I can’t

But you can’t

So I must conform to this frozen moment, having this love forever live in this photograph.