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Grandmother ©

Josephine Duthie
Aberdeen, Scotland
2001

You left before I came home from school,
I never saw you again.
My parents split up
sent me to a home,
I never saw them again.

Were you my Grandmother or a friend
and did you know me at all?
Your hair coloured white
is all I can see.
In memory I recall.

I hope you always felt proud of me
of this I never will know.
I hope you loved me
and taught me to read,
but no one can tell me so.

Did you die on the fifth day of May?
This date stands out in my mind.
Were you at home
when the ambulance came?
The day I was left behind.



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