Either Remembered Or Forsaken
The ill woman who lies in the wheelchair
was well-spoken, happy, generous, elegant, and fair
and she lived a life of exuberant riches;
now in poor health, she's at the mercy of others.
Her frizzled mind recreates past images in photographs
of adored faces, she posted them among her artifacts;
why did they abandon her to a detrimental state?
Didn't her full hands offer generosity and not shake?
Caroline was a nurse and took care of wounded soldiers,
often her white uniform was stained with blood,
nothing scared her, she continued to save lives;
won't anyone honor her now, not when she's under the sod?
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