and don't recognise her
this lady with deep dark circles
around sunken eyes
her lips a hard line
it is not age
that has turned her so
it is bitterness
anger
self pity
and I don't like her much
this lady
whose sharp tongue
slashes the air in between
drawing blood
she draws fearful glances from her children
her parents
for a second I see her thru their eyes
a lady slightly unhinged
snapping at things
always barking ordering scowling and scolding.
at work she is the epitome of kindness, patience, open understanding
at home she is all business
keeping the ship going
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