I miss Grandma...


I miss Grandma, her spotless house, and running walk,

her “Age is a state of mind.”


I think of her hunched over,

whispering back and forth,

“Oh, God, help us.”


Tears rolling down her and her daughter's cheeks.


“...you are dust,

and to dust you shall return.”



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