she’s given, long, herself away
to those she loves… and thoughtlessly
she’s poured her good looks and her youth
into these kids
who just take her for granted

the smile that launched a thousand thoughts;
the dancer’s body – so admired –
the many talents rarely shown
to children, now,
who take her presence lightly

the star of photograph and scene,
looked down upon by those she loves;
and treated as an afterthought
who barely rates
another joking comment

the sacrifice she daily makes
i know she’ll make again today;
for like the sun, she radiates,
but gets no warmth
sent back from all these planets