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"Grandmother O my mother"

Shane McCrae

Grandmother O my mother

Will lose her house in the spring

She doesn't want another

House     but she wants your things

To stay in the family

She can't say what they are

Grandmother     O a stray

Cat and some furniture

And things I wouldn't know

Or ever guess you had

Grandmother O     you're more

Familiar to me dead

Than you in the last slow months

Of your Alzheimer's were

Grandmother     I don't want

The cat     the furniture

The strangeness of the face

You couldn't     when I came

Grandmother O quite place

Is now my living name

Shane McCrae

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