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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