Beloved Mother & Grandmother
One who refused to recognise
One who ate cookies in her bed
One who loved Mills and Boons
I'd like to say I knew you
I'd still have slept till eleven
I'd still have listened to 'ealth problems
If I had known you were sleeping in your bed
If I had known you were sleeping in your grave
Would it have made a difference to me?
I sound cold
I sound heartless
You were loved
Not by me
I'm sorry
Yes I am
I'm sorry
I wasn't a grand daughter to you
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