Grandmother
Her life was in a state
of dilapidation
Her biography was written
in with crossed out lines
and circled words
The binding loose
and ripped,
sat broken
and forgotten
with misused pages
torn
And yet,
she carried on
To teach
her granddaughter
we can write our own stories
Make it a good one.
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