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She sits
there humming a nursery rhyme,
To an
infant wrapped in a blanket of blue.
Holding
it close to her heart as she sings,
Just the
way I remember she used to do.
She
recites bible verses without mistakes,
Gently
rocking in an old wooden chair.
There's
no twinkle in her elderly eyes,
No
color left in her pinned up hair.
Once
she chased butterflies in a meadow,
Dipped
her toes in a cool farm lake.
She
had dreams and plans for the future,
So
many trips left to take.
Now
she sits in a nursing home quietly,
Not
really aware of the world outside.
She
cried to hold her infant in her arms again,
So
they gave her a doll and they lied.
She
had been a mother to six healthy children,
A
mother filled with love and pride.
They
miss the woman that she used to be,
The
woman still trapped somewhere inside.
Humming
so softly, stroking lifeless hair,
Reliving
the best moments of her life right there.
Having
a baby to hold onto let her dream,
Of
days when there was love and laughter to share.
Dianna
2003
http://pages.ivillage.com/dianna40
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