Can you see it?
The independence
The choice
to be self-driven
The dampened catalog
of dreams and longings
The beginnings of an obituary...
Or was that a living death?
She was good
She was quiet
She was calm
and competent
She did it all herself
She never asked for help
or whined
or cried
You could count on her
not to make a fuss --
all those things
we were taught
not to say, or do, or feel
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