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Feb 2014
The house is full of people
but, it doesn't feel the same
You're just going through emotions
You're just playing at a game

The kids are home to visit
Aunts and Uncles too
But, we're all moving in slow motion
No one quite knows what to do

The house has changed a little
Since we grew up in it back when
Life was all delivered
Girls were girls and men were men

There's a yard, and beyond a field
And past that there's a stream
We went there to smoke cigarettes
And we all went there to dream

Sitting in her easy chair, staring at the world
Inside her mind
If we had a look in there, would we be surprised
At what we'd find
Grandma sits alone and looks, no sound
Just vacant stares
No one talks to Grandma now,

The house, it has a wrap around
porch from front to back
it was built for conversation
there's no reason for a deck

we've grown up and all moved on
Just Grandma and the folks
The front yard has a wagon wheel
With two cracked and broken spokes


We're here for Grandma's birthday
She won't move and doesn't know
We'll eat cake and ice cream
Say good bye before we go

She won't come down to see us
Won't venture past the door
I'll sit and brush her hair out
But, we don't talk to her no more

Sitting in her easy chair, staring at the world
Inside her mind
If we had a look in there, would we be surprised
At what we'd find
Grandma sits alone and looks, no sound
Just vacant stares
No one talks to Grandma now,
Roger Turner - Poet
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Roger Turner - Poet
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