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BEQUEST
My grandmother's print
now hangs on our wall -
a picture from Japan
to help us to remember her:
a mountain plunging down
or perhaps a waterfall.
And trees formed like letters.
To us, the print recalled the place
where it used to hang -
and my grandmother
who had hung it there.
Already
it has begun to fade
into the colours of our life,
reflecting more of us
and less of her,
as though its shapes began to merge
into the patterns on our wall.
I am saddened.
The picture has changed.
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