Grandmas
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In a rose garden
With blinding billowing sunlight
Some roses bloom early
Some bloom late
And some not at all.
I sit in the court yard
Of the holding place where people shrivel and die
There isn't a day when I don't think about you or a moment where I don't miss you.
Once you left, it seemed like things got harder, and my life seemed to get shorter.
