Shadows
Grandma is sleeping in her bed
one of her thin hands
lies on the quilt
with long, beautiful fingers
Her bed is in an empty room
nobody there
except a young lady from the past
with long, beautiful fingers
Grandma can't speak or sing
she can't even see a thing
still she has thin hands
with long, beautiful fingers
The young lady used to sing
she used to speak cheerfully
cook delicious food for mealtimes
with her long, beautiful fingers
Grandma is sleeping in her bed
her long, beautiful fingers on the quilt
out fly three white doves
not true beauties, just shadows
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