A rift in time in my mind,
Taking me back to once mine,
A life much different in design,
A woman so young in her life,
A woman not yet tainted.
Many smiles swept across her face,
Few tears had met her grace,
Her laughs echoed to those near,
Her lust of life never feared,
A woman not yet broken.
Life's ugliness then appeared,
Taking all joys far and near,
Laughter had left her soul,
Smiles would no longer appear,
A woman not yet taken.
Loneliness had become her home,
Life now only but a little glow,
Only tears now echoed through halls,
Even now she's been her all,
She's a woman not yet broken.
Written September 10, 2016
Cynthia Louise Baker Bogear