The briskness is missing
so is the spontaneous smile
the constant rearranging
the fiddling with a curl
indifference of gods and mortals
pushing her to the brink
waiting endlessly for the
never happening change
stilled her presence
muted her effervescence
a ghost of her former self
a laugh dead before it bloomed
still a mother, still a wife
subdued in hues
submissive in spirit
a painful sight
to those who love her
she is a fallen leaf
find her for me
her only daughter...
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