Grandmother
I remember you fondly
A memory I cling to
Clinched in the fist of a child
Time you always had for me
Until we were robbed of our time
But this memory I still have
And I cherish it
For all time
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Runaway
You can runaway,
You can start again,
Turn your back on the past,
And, do it all over again – and, again!
Whatever you do though,
You can’t runaway from your memories,
For we are the sum total of our constituent experiences,
If you did miraculously somehow manage to detach yourself from them,
You’ll either be dead,
And, certainly, never the same again.