She knows too well how age can disappoint the lovely dreams <br /> of youth. <br /> How once bright and delicate beauty has faded in the mirror <br /> of truth. <br /> The unfulfilled yearnings of so long ago are now mere <br /> memories tucked into the corner of her mind. <br /> And, as she reflects on how quickly life has passed her by, <br /> it's clear that fate has not always been kind. <br /> She's tired of fighting with the emotions of inner strife, <br /> and hopes death will be a soft whisper as she nears the <br /> end of her life.<br /><br />Hanne Hartmann Phipps<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-at-80/
