a poem for grandmama
It wasn’t until adulthood, last week actually that I realized I am my grandmama’s favorite grandchild (my dad’s mom). It feels like an accomplishment with too many grandchildren to count. We were connected souls, both HSPs trying to find our way in this loud and chaotic world.
My grandmama has been dying for months now, my medium says just her head is a…
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