Life is like electricity. One moment the eyes are lit, now, not even a flicker.

Why must , in every picture, she look so beautiful?

I don’t want to remember her beautiful.
I want to remember her ugly and decrepit.
I want to remember her wrinkly and old.

                                                    But…I can’t

I can only remember her beautiful,
Young and Beautiful.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 
Repetition

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