her song

she could sing the kings
of England. and would proudly
do so, without being asked.
a song she learned in school
some eighty years ago.
off she'd go,
using her hands
as wands to stir her memory.
there was a rhyme to each
name, leading to
the next. her hand trembling
against the tea cup
still warm as you sat
across the table listening.
thinking of what you might
have for lunch.