Was it foul play? [Edited and updated]

...we all grow old...

i am a wilting flower
         i am a dying mother
my crippled petals fall from my aching body
         my experienced years slip from my tired memory
the seeds i've spread pay me no attention
         the children i've borne no longer want intervention
i am defeated foliage
         i am forgotten image

extended for AXiLeA

i am a wilting flower
         i am a dying mother
my crippled petals fall from my aching body
         my experienced years slip from my tired memory
the seeds i've spread pay me no attention
         the children i've borne no longer want intervention
i am defeated foliage
         i am forgotten image
my once youthful appearance no longer shines
         my once charming smile surrounded by fine lines
the things i've seen, they'll mean nothing now
         the times i've gone through, they'll never know
i am a dead flower
         i am a wilted mother

AXiLeA suggested that I think about extending this poem a little, so I gave it a, very quick, shot.