Best Memory

It’s the year 2000.
My grandpa is wearing a classic pair of
Beige pants and a striped-collared shirt
That buttons up to his neck.
My grandpa’s kitchen
Is surrounded by walls
The color of peach.
It’s small
And crowded.
I sit in a stool in the corner.
Because I am only five,
I don’t realize the
Horrid taste of tuna fish
Entering my mouth.
He fed me, with a spoon
Too big for such a little girl.
Silly Grandpa.
I think about him, as I
Touch the chords and tubes
Coming out of his nose, and connect
To a big, bulky machine. It’s from
The hospital.
Because I am only
Five, I think that’s he’s playing
dress-up. I move to sit
on his lap. I grab
the spoon, fill It with
tuna, and stuff it
Into my mouth.
He smiles.
Because I am only five,
I can’t help but
Laugh.
I wonder where we’ll be
Next year.