Semblances

Unhinged the face dwelling beyond the pale. Seeming slightly off, a kilter, behind the glass a semblance of a mother, grand and wife whose sojourn upon this life is passed. How familiar yet, not..that face can be each wrinkle timely placed by strife whose sojourn upon this life is passed a semblance of a mother, grand and wife. Are we not to be ourselves at all must mere copies be we, alone alas; a semblance of a mother, grand and wife whose sojourn upon this life is passed. Few sightings of an inner self are seen the form, the flesh, the vessel so contrive whose sojourn upon this life is passed a semblance of a mother, grand and wife.