A short poem about abandonment in which I tell you about abandonment by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall.

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I never met my grandmother 

Yet every year a wave of sadness flows

From her portrait on the wall

Making me wonder if my mother 

Would have kept me if she were alive.

-Armaan

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