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Dear Grandma
I often wonder
What it was you remembered
Of my time spent with you-
My laughter?
My voice?
Brushing my hair?
You probably thought of me often
More than I thought of you.
I did think of you-
Just not as often...see you were always there
At least I thought
It would always be that way.
You probably cherished my letters
My written words-
That arrived sparatically...
They brought me home to you.
I looked forward to your letters
Your written words-
That arrived faithfully
They brought me home to you
I thought
I would let you know
What I remember
Of my time spent with you
Your laughter.
Your voice.
You brushing my hair
I think of you often.
And your letters
That no longer arrive...
I still have the ones you sent
and
I cherish them.
I just can't read them.
Because they bring me
Home to you...
But
You're not there.
