Uninvited Shrinkage.....

Riddled with holes

her memory was a delicate

embroidery of exquisite lace,

akin to her handkerchief

with which she dabbed her eyes.

Old age was an imposter for sure,

uninvited but inevitable if one

survived the riddling that had crept in.

She especially needed her handkerchief

the day she couldn't remember her name.....

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