her grandchildren while
her own
life slips away.
she has no time for romance,
for a man
in her life.
she's happy
this way.
to sit and color, off to
the playground
to the swings and slide
to play.
pictures fill her phone,
adorn the walls.
what is there to say.
another day, then off
to work. how quickly
this precious
time slips away.
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