many are things 'no longer'
and in the gone away there are photographs,
4 by 6 inch windows
in which to look out on a world that was
and if i spread out all of you,
the candy bars, red carpet and wild smiles, just right
they whisper -
i made your mother
and only then, grandma
is the what you were and so much of what you weren't gone away
and though you may, she never will
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