A cheerful, persistent woman she was,

Beloved to us all.

She showcased her talents in cooking and embroidery,

And took pride in many little things.

During the last days of her life,

She was not the woman we knew.

For she had deceased a long time ago,

And in her place was a blank child, anew.

~*~

So the title of this one's not apt. I don't think so, not even close. But some words cannot be spoken aloud and these are some of them I can never utter out loud. Also, I feel this one's incomplete because there's some more words I can't bring myself to write...

Maybe in the future? I don't know...

Do the memories of a close one haunt you, even though you realise they were not that close and didn't care much for you?

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