Appeared wrinkles.
Some hair strands become white.
Over time,the mother became a grandmother.
Vanity set aside,
She didn´t have to get dressed to wait to die.
Had so many many diseases, perhaps ,some not real.
In the terminal signs of life, the remedies, in high doses,
didn´t cure the worst pain: loneliness.
The grandchildren have grown up and no longer came already.
The children visited a little less, pretending it doesn´t fell your pain.
The love was gone.
There are no illusions, jus reality:
The old died of loneliness,
in the asylum,
there was no commotion.

-V.