Sits in her chair,
Sometimes just stares,
All that she can talk about is flowers in the garden.
Doesn't hear my words,
Locked up in her own world,
Shell is on, she's all gone, truly hardened.
For many years it has been so,
Many years I felt alone,
Many days I thought I could no longer make.
But now I look, and now I see,
All that she wanted for me,
Was what she never had the strength to take.
So here I am,
I feel quite dull,
But really, things could be a whole lot worse...
Pick up my chin,
Give the world a cheeky grin,
And tell myself this life is not a curse.
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