| Old Age Cage Her lily-white body leaned on her bed Confused and afraid she cried out instead I can't move she called as she wet her bed Her old age psoriasis itched and bled
Frightened and angry at my mother's old age After all, I wanted crone's wise old sage As she creeps along, I help, in rage Mind and body imprisoned, her old age cage.
She needs the Other, which she lost long ago Contemplative Mystery freeing from life's woe I pray to Great Goddess that Mom will know Peace and no fear when she has to go.
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