Friday, 22 by Melanie J YarbroughI 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
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