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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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