My grandmother had a strategy
to remember anything -
she stashed things in her bra:
her ID card,
a black and white photo of grandpa
in his wedding suit,
'what a rare man he was'.
As I look for a safe place
to keep my favorite thought of you,
she comes back to my mind
gathering blackberries in the yard,
lost in conversations with the memory
of the man she loved always close to heart.