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by Melanie J Yarbrough

I read a poem
with a German title
that reminds me of my mother,
she is strong but
losing the battle of age.

Her hair is still long,
salted pepper flakes.
I know I will look like her
when my bones begin to shrink,
I will talk like her and
not really listen.
I am saddened because I know
she does not know me,
only remembers.

08/23/2008

Posted on 08/23/2008
Copyright © 2024 Melanie J Yarbrough

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 08/23/08 at 03:20 PM

Yes, we all age and so few respect it as you do here. Nicely done.

Posted by Meghan Helmich on 08/25/08 at 05:42 PM

she does not know me, only remembers. i hate that it's true.

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