You hardly know she's there.
But she sees and she hears
And she thinks
And she knows.
Her seat is old and worn.
Youthful gloss etched by her journey.
Eyes, once deep with wonder,
Reflect quiet depths of understanding.
Once she whirled and danced
And laughed and loved;
Now the world spins
And she sits
Quiet and still.
And she watches and she sees
And she remembers
And she knows.
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