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She Was Young Once Too

Poetry By: Indie Skreet
Poetry



Age will comes to us all, but we will still feel, will still need love, but hopefully not be too lonely.


Submitted:Feb 17, 2013    Reads: 72    Comments: 13    Likes: 7   


Her face not the face I knew,
Translucent folding skin;
Words she speaks no longer true,
Their end does not begin.

Grey tresses replaced by white,
They were black long ago,
Did a ghost come in one night
And colour them just so?

I still see her eyes are blue,
Stare now vague and fleeting,
And dazzling shade of hue
Is all but depleting.

Her nose is constantly loose,
A tissue in her sleeve
And yet it's of little use,
As painful to retrieve.

The smile a lesser smile now,
It's more a tortured grin,
And I do not know when; how,
Laugh changed to echo sin.

The gnarling of her fingers,
Disabled by the years
And the pain for me lingers,
In her salty tears.

Mangled limbs are of no use,
Can only sit or lie
And the worse type of abuse
Is no one hears her cry.

Today she thinks I'm mother,
Tomorrow who can tell?
May see me as another,
Or ensure my fears dispel.

Confusion belongs to her,
Yet to me equally
And the price we each incur,
Accepted secretly.

In her jail with no respite,
Visitors far and few,
It seems a long, futile fight,
With only time to do.

And I mourn for my dear friend,
Before her time does cease
And I pray that in the end,
She finds her yearned for peace.

Dedicated to my Nan





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