She remembers how she wept,
in her juvenile days, while her nipples still wet
the maiden demise, her kid brought
a face she wouldn't remember now
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A poem on death, grief and lost love wirh heartfelt depiction. It may be quoted..... Her memory hasn't faded fully, yet on her grandson's recent departure too. Beautifully inscribed and amazingly shared.
A sensitive write on the heart-ache of outliving your loved ones while perhaps still feeling young inside and remembering her youth and as age tangles the pathways to memory she perhaps only feels that something is not quite right.10