4.6.13
The Herman’s Hermits Sing Your Name
Your grandfather has your name
You who live in my heart though
No longer in my house, in my life
Blame me for all that has gone wrong
A mother naturally carries these things
In a permanent backpack where little
Hurts and big boo boos are tracked and
Packed away hoping that one day you
Will be willing to wear the backpack
Share the backpack
But until then the burden is mine
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