She always sat in the same chair,
yes she was around
She was never close to us,
but even flames of a candle show more presence than hers.

She always deemed herself unworthy,
movement was at most scarce from her,
mostly as if,
She had a personal vendetta with change.


She always had a doll with her,
a Kinky, old type of doll.
It never left her sight.

© nosihlekatherine