so much to remember…
Francis I think his name was-
-is my grandson,
But I left my glasses on the library
says I’ve been stealing books.
So my son bought me a robot to help out -
- daughter says he’s left me with an aluminium problem.
Least he did something, I said.
We didn’t talk much longer -
- bad connection.
Robot knows about my tax evasion,
Doesn’t hurt me when we arm-wrestle.
Anyway, daughter is here now,
Came to take over -
- whispered something in my robots’ ear,
and now he stands quiet in the closet.
The heist is still on.
Only now they want my,
And I need him.
I’m not a thief.
I just forget sometimes.
It’s either the old people’s home,
Robot no longer remembers,
My children come to visit.
evocative short poetry – words move