Peeping through her life´s rain-spattered window pane,
She sees her lost childhood there, over & over again,
Tripping through heathered fields, forests & fresh
sweet snow,
She wondered wistfully, “where is it all, where did it
all go?”
Kneeling upon the mossy banks of the languid lake´s hem,
Spying that young maid of yester-year so young & pretty
then,
In watery depths she saw, stolen kisses beneath spring´s
lilac tree,
Touching her forgotten lips, pondered, “Whatever happened
to me?”
Peering into the unknown pit of her teacup´s murky tea-leafed
nest,
She sees the mother she was, with babes upon her womanly
breast,
Suckling, nurturing, freely giving, fiercely loving them,
one & all,
She sees it & hears the memories dancing off the cold
cruel wall.
Staring into the cracked mirror of a long-gone, long- lived
life,
She sees it all through closed aching lids, the loves,
the joys, the strife,
As she softly saunters through her life´s sequined sunset
skies,
She knows not where she´s going, nor what beyond her lies.
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