All eyes were leering at her vile fate,
But not a trace of life was left in her eyes.
The son, as vulnerable as when he was a child,
Held her hand for moments and moments more.
“Mother? Do you remember me?”
The old woman like a lifeless doll
Was still for a long moment until a breath of life came before her
“Who…you?”
Cold it may seem, but refutable to the occurrence.
The question only to bring curiosity into her for a moment,
But soon to be feigned as nothing by the woman.
Forgotten.
Sadness filled the air,
But it was yet only a moment of corroded doom for the son’s fate
He could not come to terms with.
It was one of many.
Moments to be forgotten.
Diana Manzanes, Youth Medical Journal 2021
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