Some day far from now
She’ll shuffle into my kitchen and
Perch in a chair.
She will have given all to beauty she will
Be aged and crumpled and
Her hair will be dyed and she
Will only remember her strong moments.
She’ll look to my eyes and think
My god she was right.
I will tell her the truth again,
And maybe then she will understand
There is not enough beauty in the world
To cover a human soul.
I’ll make her a cup of tea and
Offer her a cookie, again.
She’ll catch me looking at her,
Not in contempt or jealousy.
It will take her a minute to understand
The long waves of the ocean known
As retribution.
I will stand in the rain and wonder
How she has come so far to live
Without any pride.
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