a heart of lavender and stone
that kept the form, but not the soul
of home
a world of her own wide agenda,
neat within her hacienda,
fashions clipped and manners bought:
children just an afterthought
a heart of lavender and stone,
that knew the words, but not the tune
for home
To share is human:
yeah, so sad, and so often true.
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