I remember when we used to collect snowglobes
She would would flip them upside down and then back
over and over
watch the snow fall.
Life feels like that these days,
like my world as I know it is enclosed in a glass ball.
She tips it over in her hands
every time she forgets my name.
She likes to tell me how much I look like her daughter, and I hate to remind her that I am.
The look she gives me always makes the glass shatter.
Watching her like this
is like watching Alice go down the rabbit hole.
Tumbling,
spinning out,
falling
into a place I cannot follow.
She asks me to turn the snowglobe over again.
We watch the snow fall,
I watch her memories fall with it.
