She is still Mother
No response, no dialogue
I cry, Tears
Seldomly she blinks
My thoughts drive me insane
Nervous, Shaking constantly
In stillness I reflect
Amidst the dark texture
Lost culture
Unaware of her surroundings
Blinded by innocence
Yet humbling
The dynamics are changing, soon it will be there no more
Memories linger, Emotions devour me
I close my hand with yours
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