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She sits there, alone and lonely.

             Thinking.

She was young once,

Her hopes and dreams

Winged their way around her head

Like brightly coloured birds.

To her family she was devoted.

Her parents and their parents too

lived within her happy life,

And shared the family home.

When I am old she told herself

I want this for my own.

Older she grew,

And with her, the birds flew.

They brought to her a famly.

Now hopes and dreams

Were wrapped around

With kisses, hugs and loving words.

Now old she's grown,

In her family home.

But with famly near no more.

Her future once so safe, so sure,

So like those soaring birds.

Now lies crushed and broken,

Upon the silent floor.