My Grandmother Says You

My grandmother says you
forget ‘that sort of thing’, but my
granddad (when she’s
not there) disagrees.

My mother say, ‘Well, it
doesn’t exactly get a
lot better.’ My father won’t
talk about it.

My other half says,
‘Do you remember...?’
and I quietly murmur,
‘Yes, I do.’

Alexine Aschler

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