generational healing
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It's the ending of a tale; it's the beginning of one
It's the rendering of a piece unsung
It's the frayed passing of thrones
From a grandmother's knackered spine
To the mother's stubborn bones
I grew up loved
Without the help of my father
Though I saw him on weekends
We were emotionally farther
I was quiet because I didn’t know
How to get involved
I was told to man up
