In her memory, I stayed happy,
Without a trace of worry in my eyes.
I was a traveller, her money spender,
And she was proud of him and us.
She knew he climbed the ladder,
Remembered even that he moved away.
She wasn’t sure where I was going,
But still was ready to support my way.
Her memory created something
I would’ve saved from others’ eyes.
I’m sorry I forgot about you, Grandma.
I’ll carry it into the future and the past.
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