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Gnarled hands struggle to grasp utensils Puree dribbling from chapped lips onto lap Mumbled phrases are now her lexicon Vacant smiles that peek through the frustration Faces become broken puzzle pieces Each a challenge she must glue together She absorbs their disappointment with grace Knowing their good intentions are a waste For come tomorrow she will dream again Of once strong hands capable of all things ----------------- Written for "The Writer's Cramp" Prompt: "The Doublet" is your form to play with for today. The topic is yours to choose. Maximum for today is 5 stanzas of 2 lines. |