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songbirds
Ginkgo trees sway when she walks
Silent melodies play of solitude
And joys that were long gone
Old red brick buildings older than she herself
Reflect her past, her present, her future
It confines her to her seat
She stays by the window
Waiting
for maybe a call from her son
Maybe some attention from her daughter
For everyday when she would wait
Her hair would get grayer
Her skin would get paler
Songbirds ceased their song
The wonderful melody
Of her children in red scarves
And snow falling to the ground
Finally she hears a sound
From the window where she wait
The soft sound of piano
Ringing through the streets
Her soul drift past the ginkgo trees
Through the red brick buildings
She rejoiced to the music
The elegant music
The air was chilly
The sound was scary
And her soul danced
To the last beats of the song
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this is about my grandma. she died last year and i just wish that I had gotten to know her better.