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behind us, the more they play `grandmother's steps' and stand before us. 'Granny'- don't harp on that word. It was simply kindness to put her into a home when she started to bore us. But their bills were too high. We told them she had no hope and was always sickly. They used some respectable dope and cremated her quickly. But I don't like my daughter's child calling me `Granny'. Somehow it feels uncanny. |
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* With acknowledgments to Manifold Poetry Magazine | |
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