she's old now.
and weak,
bone thin, and grey,
but
i'd like to remember heras a young
woman.
pretty and smiling
for the camera.
i'd like to keep her that
way, fresh
in a golden frame.
never aging,
never sick
or sad, always with that look
in her eyes.
holding in her heart
a joy that will never fade.
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