Grandma
met a Swede one night,
and indeed as the saying goes,
one thing leads to another,
which was my father,
one of twelve children from many
one thing leads to another,
but as Dad always said,
the past is best left
where you leave it –
Every family has two sides.
Written for Poetic Bloomings Memoir Project, Prompt 75
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