Unrecogizable
Mother,
you are not living,
nor dying,
just frozen in between two worlds
like a hopeless holocaust victim.
Skeletal,
too frail to make a fist,
and abandoned by hope.
A bucket full of dreams
empty.
Y our legacy,
uncertain.
Sins forgotten.
And love,
sweet love,
once savored with drool
is buried
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poem by Sara Fielder
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