(for my grandmother's diary) You left behind a book of your most precious memories some thoughts you held, written down like this poem, I'm reflecting upon. I flip each page like I’ve uncovered an ancient text at an archaeological dig. These symbols had meaning. What did they want to say? I touch them as if I could feel your hand moving across the paper that I might understand these scribbles in pen. I see my mom. I see me. even my father written in between familiar to me, bu