Morning found her
looking in the mirror
at her own reflection -
it was all she owned
as she grew older;
she saw suffering,
sacrifice, and yes,
pride, slowly aging
into wrinkles upon
her face, and fearing
only that men would
not love her - yet
she is reminded
that it was the men
who did not stand by
her in her youth, thus
forcing her to become
a martyr - raising her
four children alone;
she looked to the sky
and saw dark clouds
staring back at her,
speaking the sad truth -
that her final days
would now end alone,
just as they had begun.
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Peace, Cyn 
P.S. Thanks for the kudos!! 
