her aide de memoir

she touches
a glass ball –
the Taj Mahal in a snowstorm
bought from a trader
that had never seen snow
and never would
an aide de memoir
that proves she was there
and she remembers a holiday
when I was nine and hated the sun.

I bought her Hogwarts –
plastic spires under winter skies
with battery operated lights –
and she swore she'd been there
after St Mary's but before University
and learned witchcraft
at Rowling's knee