forecast
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a poem
i offer you my forgiveness.
though you did not ask,
i offer it, still.
one day,
when you have
faded into a memory,
my grandchild will
thank me for forgiving you.
i offer you my heart.
though you did not ask,
i offer it, still.
one day,
when you utter
your last words,
i hope you hold no
grudges with the child you raised.
i offer you my waning youth.
though you did not ask,
i offer it, still.
one day,
when our memories
hang in the air like dust
in an attic, i will cry the ugliest.
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