I don't know why the Sandman
left you in your small house
and put you in a nursing home
as you cried and begged for him to take care of you
every Sunday nite
on the phone
crying and begging
a thousand miles away
I don't know why grandma
but I used to beg him
to bring you to me
And every Sunday
after you talked
he would sit in the living room on his winged back chair against the wall
next to the fireplace.
And after you said goodbye
he would sit in the living
room and cry
Witch Bitch packed her bags and threatened to leave
if you visited Grandma
I don't know why
Grandma Francis Kryshka-Holosko
I don't know why.
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