In the darkness
She stretches out her
Petite fingers
And smiles

Reaching for love
"Mom," she whispers
Falls back

Wondering where,.....
She last saw that light in her eyes

That told her
Fading
Falling
Faint
Glimmer

Spark memories
Running
Her chest heaving

Deep breaths
Cold sweat

Incomplete.

Old people
Have had more time
To develop a concrete set of ideas
Of the world
From which they are not prepared to budge
And cannot either

For once concrete hardens
It is never softened
Unless
Love, Knowledge, and Faith
Come in.

ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ
ˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ
ᴵ ᶜʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ
ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵐʸ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ˡᶦᶠᵉ
ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ
ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ⁻ᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒˡᵈ
ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ⁿᶦⁿᵉ
ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵈᵗᶦᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ
ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ
ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ
ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ
ʷᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˢᵒ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ
ʷᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ
ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ