When I was a young boy
my mother was given to fits
of melancholia and meanness.
Her mother, whom I loved,
lived on another road
two or 3 miles away.
When my mother was bad
my grandmother would
catch me in her arms
and take me to her home
where I would stay
for a week or two or three
But then, I would go
to my mothers house
that was never home,
and wait.
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