A silent sentinel stands guard

Over abandoned fields and woods

Their glory now only their failing memory

Did I once carry children?

Did I go to the prom?

Did someone die here?

Memory rots as their steel turns to rust

Their framework as abandoned as their dreams

Their stories known only to the winds of the past

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I am a writer of fantasy fiction that often surrounds middle-aged women. I am a married mother of two and granny to three, a BoHo Chic kinda gal. I am recently retired and busier than when I worked 9-5. But writing and blogging is my main game.
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