She was forty and
still beautiful with
sweet children and days
long in busy dreams
nights settled
fires, home
She was forty when
the lies knocked
sweet children betrayed
pretense of love
nights torn
fears, outside
She was forty two and
still cute but blind
sweet children so strong
make it right
try again
friend, rival
She was forty more
the truth enraged
sweet teens resilient
not this again
her shame
forced, fall
She is fifty gone
the beauty inside
sweet children grown
seventeen years
their dreams now
wait and watch
solo, free
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