Allison Norfleet Bruenger, In Search For His Lost Love
Allison Norfleet Bruenger, In Search For His Lost Love
Mixed Media, 15” x 13” x 5”
Harlem, 1930
For Grandma Sophie
By Kathryn Fishman-Weaver
My grandmother is seventeen years old.
dancing with my grandfather,
who I will never meet.
They know none of this.
They're just kids. The children
of immigrants making a new way.
Most importantly, they're in love.
My grandmother twirls, giggling,
under my grandfather's arm.
The band is loud, reckless—the evening
reverberates with hope.
This is the America my grandmother
would always believe in,
the one she would fight for,
the one she would tell me about
like a bedtime story.
Someone calls for a dancing contest.
They win a bottle of champagne
they never drink.
It moves with them from New York
to California and back.
Later, she moves it alone to Florida.
It is lost somewhere on the move to Missouri.
She doesn't mind.
It is a story she's drank again and again.
Nearly 100 years later, it spills open,
across this page her granddaughter
is writing, bubbling up with questions.