Her crown of grey
weighing heavily,
with bowed head
and glazed eyes,
she sat
alone in her room
and nobody knew
not even the grey-day rain
outside her window.
Slowly her head shook
from side to side
in shock and disbelief, not understanding
her daughter’s long-lived
hate.
(27 February 2007)
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