2. Lost

To my mother

She wanders like a ghost
In a battle already lost
Brushing familiar things around
As her spirit falls down

Little by little souvenirs fade away
Time passing brings them away
Sometimes finding back the path
As memory tries to attach

In a burst, once more herself
Her soul comes back in its shell
For a while forgetting the pain
This day I am home again.

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