at the first glance
an old woman
well dressed
does not appear to
be what she really is:
insane
perhaps because of too much sorrow
over land
or perhaps she cannot accept
the reality
of children leaving finally
old mothers
she talked a lot
and we all compromised out of respect
for old age
wisdom is obviously
absent
she had become a pestering parrot
a hissing snake
a shouting monkey
we called the police to throw her out
we all look at ourselves
freed from all guilt
we no longer wonder
what children are for...
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