The Lost Keys

Grandma, is that you?

I heard your voice.

Why have you gone?

We'll go to Saint Anthony

to find the keys and glasses

in the lost past.

I can't sleep in an empty house.

It is so dark here.

Loneliness drowns out thoughts.

I'm afraid of the noise of silence.

Tara doesn't want to go

squealing with grief.

I'll take the grid,

make the tea,

find the keys

only come back.

Without you I'm lost

in the clutter of life.