I’m too full to finish I whined,
After my last bite of Spongebob macaroni
In an Oscar-worthy toddler performance.
Granny reluctantly appeared from the kitchen
Reproach half-forming on her lips,
Until my near empty plate stopped her
And our laughter caused the frown lines
In her forehead to disappear
As she breathed a sigh of relief,
That first memory, so similar to my last–
In her final hour, Granny looked at me
And smiled, the crease in her brow
For one last time relaxed.