Friday, October 8, 2010

Apple of My Eye

Like a mother
She bowed under the weight of child rearing
Her arms gently scraping the ground
Caught up in the joys of pregnancy
Little attention was paid to the after effects
But now childless she weeps
Not for her children but for herself
As she prepares to evacuate her senses
And lie bare for one more dormant season
The change has already begun
As is evidenced by the autumn colored blanket
Draped around her frail limbs
That will see her through the winter
As she ponders the whereabouts
Of her long lost youth

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