Saturday, February 10, 2018

Popo

Every smile a struggle 
Loosen muscles, wrinkles, sunken face

Every move a pain 
Hardened joints, swells, awkward limps  

Time slithers every cell withers
Her life's been one hell of a resister

Falling in her fifties
Cracking the cap out of the left knee 

She'd married two men separately
Both dead by the time she turned  seventy

Now trying to breath her life to a century 
No one's sure if it'll all end up a merry

 





2 comments:

KraM said...

Passed away in June 2018

HideacuL said...

Went to her funeral