She pretends to know me <br />but doesn’t really care. <br />The blankness in her eyes <br />tells me <br />who she was <br />is no longer there; <br />the light within her <br />diminished to a flicker. <br /> <br />On her long journey home; <br />she grows frail and sick, <br />withdrawing <br />more and more <br />into her own little world. <br /> <br />She just stares now <br />out the window <br />to a world <br />she no longer knows <br />while the child <br />within <br />leads her <br />to a place <br />only <br /> she <br /> can <br /> go.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-journey-home/
