my mum loved her mum, and i love mine
my grampie worked in the woods, when they were plenty
before nature deficit disorder
she kept her pencil sharp, and he his saw
they had so little and shared so much
a country house, a family, simplicity
he played hours of solitaire a day, but enjoyed it more when she was in the room
his mind went with her body, and the rest of them met up when the time came
i don't know where they are now
i hope it's not a pristine castle
or a cloud-filled bliss
i imagine a garden, a swing, solitaire
and disagreements over cigarettes and too much salt
that's the heaven i hope for
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