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My Grandmother's House
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My Grandmother's House

There is a house now far away where once
I received love……. That woman died,
The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved
Among books, I was then too young
To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon
How often I think of going
There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or
Just listen to the frozen air,
Or in wild despair, pick an armful of
Darkness to bring it here to lie
Behind my bedroom door like a brooding
Dog…you cannot believe, darling,
Can you, that I lived in such a house and
Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost
My way and beg now at strangers' doors to
Receive love, at least in small change?

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Comments (4)

The tragedy you painted with sad colours And Max it's a great loss of humanity?
very nicely written, what a lovely sentiment straight from the heart it reflects how we all feel deep inside on this day. I loved it.
Oh Max, this is so personal, so poignant. It is hard to believe sometimes that even in the face of atrocities - our lives continue, the earth still spins on its axis, that things become routine again. Thank you for sharing this slice of your thoughts.
Day is...day is not, and the sun continues to rise...and set...only to rise again. How perfectly you expressed my grief...and our loss...