On Borrowing a Memory

For Elmer N. Koski 1901-1941 Grandfather, Might a memory be borrowed Like perfume from another? If so, may I borrow your sister's Of a long ago summer when you were fifteen? She remembers: You made your bed outside Near the living room window, apart yet a part. She remembers: You played an ocarina Night after night into the night. What melodies did you conjure That she remembers though frail with age, Other memories faded to forgetfulness? When you played did you ponder the stars And wonder at your own significance? Grandfather, I will borrow the memory and keep it safe In the place where precious things linger, And repay the loan with this verse.