Her grandmother sang, trembling
loud and clear
As those around her decided not to hear
The sweet sad depth of her tones
Filled with tears
disappointments
Heartaches beating from far and near
Still resounding after all the years
Oh what tragedies she silently bore
she sang when she could contain them no more
Little girl hopes in high octave tones
The low notes would follow
She felt so alone
If only…
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