Don't
Don't tell me how sorry you are
that they hurt me
Don't tell me you can't imagine
a grandmother doing that
Don't tell me you wish
that you could have helped me
Don't tell me you're sorry
that you weren't there
Because I know you knew
I know you could have helped me
And when you kept it to yourself,
YOU became the grandmother
doing the things
you couldn't imagine
a grandmother would do
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