I'm placing flowers
On your derelict grave
I am reminiscent of
Your attempts of
Making no waves
And smoothing all
Dissensions in the end
I miss your callous
Yet soft hands
Patting me on the head
I'm dying for seeing
You alive again
Wish I could believe in karma
To encounter you hereafter
My dear grandma
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