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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Grandmother



Memories stolen, awareness remains,
Gone, my childhood, soon my name.
My heart is bleeding as you slip away,
Into the darkness your thoughts fade.
So much of you has already gone,
Yet your body, lingers on.
I miss the talks we used to have,
The walks along the beach.
Tears of anger and frustration,
Of love and longing for your return.
This thief that has stolen you from me,
I have lost the best of you.

posted by broomhilda at|1:28 PM|

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