-Flick- The lamp turns on. Quite interesting to look at. The yellowed bulb Casting an old look. The floral lampshade And bronze base. It's uncanny, But relaxing. It seems as if my grandmother Gave me the lamp yesterday, But it was twenty years ago. I remember her face vividly, Wrinkled, Freckled, Happy. She gave it as a gift for me To celebrate my Becoming as an adult. My husband and kids are my life, My world, My dream come true... -Flick- The lamp turns off. It feels cold now Lonely, Quiet... My kids stopped giggling. My husband stopped talking. The lamp is a life source The energy... -Flick- The lamp turns on. Quite interesting to look at. The new bulb Casting a modern look. The clean lampshade And the gold base. It's uncanny But relaxing. It turns off I see darkness, and only darkness. I hear a beeping And my grandmother's cries... "Why does the lamp look different?" I ask before leaving.