7/24/2019 Losing My Grandmother

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Your hand in mine Slip away too soon.My hand in yours Stop letting me go.I clasp on Angled ridges of your bones Obtuse nodules of thy joints.

Do you remember my name? an you recall the angles of my face!he modules of my ways You are why

My fear of loss again has "ept me away this timeOnce I held your hand and you held mine #ess angled then #ess obtuseMedicines running in your $eins Days %ee"s %ee"s again !ill months%hite washed walls sterile gowns a$oiding mas"s became denied accepting fate&ear pass through arteries and stole the life

'(o.) Only once uttered Maybe !wice Maybe !riceI clasp on (ot so angled ridged of your bones Obtuse angles of thy joints*ut too smooth !oo smooth Desperation too smooth.

So '(ot your time.) +e sayeth.

!he one who gaurds the door

Of your lifeOf my heart

*ut I saw your hand in mine you let go.

(ow as I turn my bac" faced to new ne$er ending white washed wallsYou clasp your hand in mine Angled ridges of your bones Obtuse nodules of thy jointsMy modules are o$er.,$en if they be not And fear pass on

!oo smooth !oo late

Do you remember my name? You are why !his time

Your hand in mine %ill always Slip away too soonMy hand in yours Stop letting me goYou clasp on -idges of your bones (odules of your jointsYou are why