Who was she?

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It makes me sad to think that after all this bluster

This whole-hearted muster

The passion and fire

The burning desire

A little girl or boy one day will say:

‘Who was she?’

Even though their blood will be linked down lines

To mine.

Though their eyes may hold the same dark gaze

They won’t be amazed .

They may not even ask or mention

I might not get any attention.

I’ll be just bone and worm.

It’s ok , It’s ok, you can squirm.

I’m uncomfortable too.

After all the arcs and waves of life

After all the hope, the strife.

What is left?

Who indeed was she?

If they can’t answer. Neither can I.

I am after all …. just me.

(C) Slumpless

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