The old woman sits looking out She's gazing at passers by from her bedroom window Her grandson puts a glass of juice, Some sandwiches She munches the bread Savours the juice But she doesn't recognize who it was Who laid the eats for her For, by now, Her memory has become history.. Welcome to the day 4 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. In today's #poemtime, write a poem titled #betweenmemoryandhistory #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba