Now her

beauty falls

through the

hourglass

without purpose,

more like witnessing

the passing of

a prison

sentence from

25 to life than'

anything else.


someone should

of saved her

long ago.

not a knight

in shining

armor or

a prince riding

a majestic

white steed.


just someone

who would of

loved her,

and she

learn to love

him back.


she can hide

amongst

her  children's

over planned

hectic lives.

and pretend

there is

hearts gold

at the

end of some

rainbow,


but someday

even her

children  will

be old enough

to see it too.


the hourglass

the beauty lost.


the sacrifice of

a dead wife in

marriage.