Now I have the same
look in my eyes as
my mother once had
the ancient sadness
that I never thought
would become mine.
Heirloom
in these quiet small hours of the night
in these quiet small hours of the night
Now I have the same
look in my eyes as
my mother once had
the ancient sadness
that I never thought
would become mine.
SW Altair 
Isn’t this the truth of life. Well penned.
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