RWP #114 - a poem using provided words

According to the prompt:

I contributed a word.  I can’t for the life of me remember which one it was.  Anyway, here is the first draft of my poem.

 

 

Science Fiction Story

We remain in this area of space for only a few hours more.
For only a little while more
will I
be able to walk from one room and hear the mutter of your senile voice
and in the next hear the patter of your toddler steps.
Walk into the kitchenette and see the gray crown of your hair over breakfast
Then into your old parlor and see your limbs entangled with a man that I do not know,
your red nails tearing his back
in a scene too lubricious for a daughter to view
They warned us of causality storms
That before and after would be become confused
But this I did not expect
that space travel would take a hacksaw to your memories
and that I would not find myself in any of them.