Her vacant mind.
So hard to find.
The reasons why her thoughts entwine.
Her loss of thought.
A fall from grace.
The pain is written on her face.
An empty void to fill this space.
Her memories we can't replace.
A timeless thought, lets not forget.
Decisions made with no regret.
And still i think about the time.
When things were good and all just fine.
It's something that i can't explain.
What's going on inside her brain?
But now and then i see a sign.
Your entwined thoughts, start to align.
It puts a smile upon your face.
A smile that no one can replace.
Your vacant thoughts are like no other.
This vacant mind is still my Mother.
Copyright © Sean Wilde | Year Posted 2024
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I’ve been there, saw her vacant mind, yet glimpses of her from time to time. Thanks for sharing! A genuine gem of reality!
Thank you for your kind words & inspiration.
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