Sunday, 19 April 2015


The key of her memory turned in the rusty old lock,

The cracked door of her mind creaked slowly open,

A glimmer of weak sunlight crept in & lit up her face,

She smiled, looking into the face of her forgotten son,

Then dark clouds rolled in & her sad room dimmed,

And as she looked into her son´s familiar sweet eyes,

All she saw before her, was an unknown stranger.

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