Her Attention

She was born a little different, In fact “she” came to understand that “she” was “she” much later, Some usual description of physical changes came to make her a full “she”, As an adult she clamored for attention, Run by inner chemicals and mental maturity, Attention she sought changed forms over time, First she asked for her outer shell to be admired, After getting that she wanted to pact a mental understanding, Of stability and blissful peace with a few out of all admiring her shell, Over the time she narrowed down from several admirers, The one she wanted to hinge upon for long, With this one she wanted to anchor till marital storms...or death, Slowly and steadily she used her “she” to get about recreation, She ,yes ,she gave life to a new toddler, Now it was he who she wanted to attend to, Her own sense of getting attention was lost in preoccupations, And only when she was “free” she now expected attention, Over time she entered another cycle of recreation, Her basket was blessed with another fruit, Now her preoccupation grew even more intense, She rarely found times when she had the time to seek and get attention, Time flowed as it did for everyone around, Her toddlers grew into robust adults, With each day they had done so, She had greyed about one strand of her pate, By now she was almost grey..and yes, Had an outer shell that spoke of years’ depreciation, Time flowed still faster, And her toddlers gave and got attention , And perhaps got into the same mode as she had, Soon her toddlers had toddlers too, She was preoccupied yet again, Everybody of her well strewn brood, Wanted just about a slice of her time, The day she fell sick, And fell sick real bad, It was for sure she thought, That it would be last time that anybody, Would be bestowing “ attention” on her, And that was exactly so after that “she” was just a memory.