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Robin Harkey Dixon on Jan 5, 2012

Tags: Death of a loved one, family connections, Grandmother

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Sometimes it takes the death of someone for one to realize how much each had in common with another.

I am

my grandmother’s child.

How unfortunate

I am

not

to have realized

our connection

before

her passing.

Yet death

has a way

of revealing

well-kept secrets ~

preserved

in all their purity

and sometimes

horrible essence.

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mphsglo on Jan 5, 2012
Sorry for your loss.
Robin Harkey Dixon on Jan 5, 2012
mphsglo, thank you. Lost her over 10 years ago. This poem was more of a revelation than a sorrow, though. She was quite a character
Ruby Hawk on Jan 5, 2012
With the death of a love one many things are revealed that we didn’t realize while they were living.
PHILLY DREAMER on Jan 6, 2012
It’s hard I just recently lost a grandmother as well, and I never really knew her because there was a language barrier I just could not get passed.
A Bromley on Jan 8, 2012
This is an absolutely perfect poem and one I can very much relate to. It is an inspiring write. I’m friending you so I can read more of your work as you publish. I hope you will read me too when you have time. I’d appreciate it. I write mostly poetry, stories and Christian devotionals. Looking forward to reading more of your work.

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