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A Home in the Area | A Poem by JD DeHart

Yes, it’s down the street,
and you can even visit.
The attic holds the secrets
of grandmother’s past.
Who knew she wrote, and who
knew she had such a tongue
for slander?
Many of the photos have been
chopped to signal ancestral
Outside, a child is skipping.
Do not look closely, or you may
be taken back to the former
you. The one who used to sigh
and feel relief.


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