The Grandmother is Watching Poems

In the depths of the night,
As they stumble–in darkness,
They know not what is right;
Who has been here the longest?
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The Glory was once.
The Power was twice.
Yet as time goes on,
Sadness remains.
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Spent a childhood wishing I could grow up 
Floating on the clouds that surrounded me 
Act out the future with mom's coffee cup 
Completely unaware, I want to be
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