It was July

She told me to bring my "strings"

I guess the hospital was getting boring.

She didn't remember her daughters

But she remembered the King;

So I played every Elvis song I knew. 

It was August

And my Great Aunts were fighting

Over what to do with the house,

The collection of tea spoons, and

Green pepper paraphernalia.

I wanted her records,

But no one had seen them since June.