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MY GRANDMOTHER’S HOUSE What are the things your grandmother did for you when you were a child? What memories do you have of the time you spent with her? Now, let us read the poem ‘My Grandmother’s House’. The poet remembers her grandmother and wishes that she were alive to love her, to make her feel wanted. Here is the poem. There is a house now far away where once I received love……. That woman died, The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved Among books, I was then too young To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon How often I think of going There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or Just listen to the frozen air, Or in wild despair, pick an armful of Darkness to bring it here to lie Behind my bedroom door like a brooding Dog…you cannot believe, darling, Can you, that I lived in such a house and Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost My way and beg now at strangers’ doors to Receive love, at least in small change? We will no
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