Dear Ghost
Lucy
My grandmother
Unspoken childhood's grief
The void she left in legacy
Too soon
Her laugh
Echoing still
My only memory
A lovely life not shared with me
My loss
Dear ghost
In stories told
By those who loved her so
Beside me as I strive to be
Granny
Middle of the night, 24th June 2009, Brighton, for us her six- now only five- grandchildren
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