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Leaving Grandma's House
I walked the same path I had always walked,
but the flowers and the bushes were changed
The birds had stopped singing, the woods became dark,
and my memory a tiger untamed
I came to that spot where tomorrow began,
but the gates to its entry were closed
The path veering inward where remembrance escaped
-to wander both free and alone
(St. David's Pennsylvania: December, 2021)
but the flowers and the bushes were changed
The birds had stopped singing, the woods became dark,
and my memory a tiger untamed
I came to that spot where tomorrow began,
but the gates to its entry were closed
The path veering inward where remembrance escaped
-to wander both free and alone
(St. David's Pennsylvania: December, 2021)
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Leaving Grandma`s House
Leaving Grandma`s House
