The Smell Of a Ripe Quince

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Written: © Maxima
This poem is dedicated to abandoned parents who were left behind in their old homes, living there with no children joyful screaming…dying out
Their minds wonder in solitude still clinging on the hope that one day…

A dim lit room dreams
An old wooden wardrobe
The smell of a ripe quince
An old woman’s sob

Her hands are trembling
Her eyes rest on a candle
She feels her strength fading
The pain’s too much to handle

She has no one to share
These late night hours with
When the moon and stars glare
She can hardly breathe

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