was she ever
happier
than there, with her three
meals
per day.
the old world
fenced out.
her favorite chair near
the far
window
overlooking the yard,
and others
at play.
it seemed so,
the lines on her face were
less.
her age going
backwards
as each care
flew away like the bird
on the sill,
at last
out of it's cage.
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