I don’t know my grandmother.
She was gone before I was born.
I know her mother who lived
All through my adolescence period.
My grandmother by name lives in me.
Her mother by flesh lives in me
And she only evokes sentiments
When I recollect things about her.
Those dead before you were born
Would be immaterial to you.
To those born after you were dead
You would be immaterial.
17.01.2014
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