The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Putting globules of memories into the air
Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world
Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake
Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this
Urging us to remember
Molding the moment into something nostalgic
Except when it causes us to sneeze
Stripes of red and yellow paired with polka dots
That were purple and orange
Yelled out loud that she had entered the room
Leaving no doubt in her confident defiance of the norms
Everyone envied Grandma’s audacity