Not Quite Myself

by Bob Dougherty
 
There’s a fresh breeze blowing through
the trees and by the selection of leaves
I know it’s a lovely spring day. 
I sense the presence of two people.
Turning, one smiles and says,
“Hi Dad, good to see you again.” 
He’s older since the last time;
so, I quickly update and say,
“It’s good to see you; you look well.”
 
The second one looks up from
a device he’s holding and says,
“Grandpa, you look just like I remember.”
I only had one grandson;
so, I quickly update, and say,   
“Of course, how are you?” 
 
The three of us talk about family stuff,
and it’s amazing what I can remember. 
Then my grandson asks me
about several poems I wrote. 
I recite each perfectly from memory  
and discuss each one’s meaning. 
He’s interested in poetry and I can
access any knowledge base to help him. 
We could talk all day, but then
my grandson reaches to turn off the
VR app …