I Miss my Grandmother's House

She died when I was twelve

and I still miss her house

with a VHS copy of Cinderella too precious to shelve

She died when I was twelve

and I know it's best not to dwell

on a past you can't renounce but

She died when I was twelve 

and I still miss her house

twoblueviolets

OH

16 years old

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