To see a figure of once great presence
Lost within the cavern of her own mind
Unable to distinguish stranger and blood
No names or faces from all her time
Her frail form covered but all too clear
What years have ravaged not left untouched
Sunken in depths beyond that of reach
Eyes peer out but see not much
As strong and loud as the fiercest storm
She ruled a home for all her life
Now as the years may cease to pass
Those memories lost but not by choice
The day will come and it wont be long
That she is freed from caged soul
No longer lost without being aware
That mother, that wife, the granny I know