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After Reading a Letter on the Daily Beast

Dear Grandma,

Yesterday on Broadway

I thought I saw your face

front and center on the Times ---

it was Margaret Thatcher, she's passed away!

 

They say she was hatred;

ruined the British manufacturers,

the miners, and the arts;

forgot the Irish freedom fighters,

watched them die from a distance;

they say she failed the English poor,

even fulfilled the Belgrano's fate...

 

Grandma, I thought of you in your garden,

picking ripened Early Girls ---

you so resemble Mrs. Thatcher;

what will they say of you when you've gone?

No more than brief obituaries

printed in the weekend papers?

Murmurs at the memorial

during your eulogy?

 

Although you've wronged me once or twice

I can sympathize with your point of view;

I hope someday they'll forgive Mrs. Thatcher,

as I've forgiven you.

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Apr 13, 2013
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