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My grandmother was…, by Britta Benson

Today’s poem goes hand in hand with my post on ‘Britta’s Blog’ about my grandmother. She died in 1974, when I was four. The first person who died ‘on’ me. I know, my grandfather died just before my first birthday, but I have no memory of him. My mum’s mum was the first person toContinue reading “My grandmother was…, by Britta Benson”

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