She has seen many more decades than I
She told me of her first love
She wanted to be a mother since she was three
Her son died a hero
Her husband died a drunk
She used to go to the theatre
Her sister was her best friend
He loved her too
Why can't their science cure the world's hunger?
She finds strangeness now everywhere
She says she remembers me from her youth
Her rheumy eyes see only what was
There is no future for her but to sit
and to remember
I sing her a song
Then I fly away
So pretty, so sad, I get shivers when I read this.
ReplyDeleteMiss T-unit - This is more than beautiful. Beautiful can't describe it. Bittersweet, yes, but more than that. It reminds me of something Maya Angelou would write - it cuts right to the bone.
ReplyDeleteI love this. It really gets into your head and soul.
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