for my mom... (though a bit overdramatized)

My Paragon

The lamplight doesn’t soothe her anymore,
Her daughter’s gone, off into the world,
She’s alone again.

Her worn out hands are desiccated,
Like lizards in the sun for way too long,
More than even their pale skin can handle.

Her heart is lost, unloved by him,
Who’s job and days are filled with work;
She’s nothing that she used to be to him.

Her son is gone most of the time,
Off at school, with girls, or at all his games;
She doesn’t know him very well anymore.

It seems she has no control,
Her emotions are of no use anymore,
Her eyes can’t cry a single drop of tear.

He doesn’t notice her, he doesn’t see she’s fading,
But how could he?
He’s never there.

She misses that daughter that she loved so much,
The phone calls everyday have faded to once or twice a week,
And her voice just isn’t the same as the girl she knew.

She’s off experiencing the world,
Living on her own, loving who she wants to,
Learning to be without her mother.

She wishes time could go backward,
That her two children would be young again,
And listen to her every word, obeying her on all.

But time cannot go back, days cannot rewind,
And she starts to see the wrinkles on her face,
The age lines starting to appear.

She’s a mother, a wife, a teacher,
But no one notices that anymore,
No one pays attention to all she does.

Once adventurous, promiscuous, and abiding,
She is now nothing more than a woman in his house,
A woman at his games,
But always a paragon in her daughter’s view.