For Ally
I will never forget.
Memories are moments aged to perfection.

What does she see,
When she looks in the mirror?
She sees beauty and grace,
Reflection so clear,
Cheeks rosy red,
Eyes soft and brown,
Her once flawless frame,
In a form-fitting gown.
She sees no dark rings,
From sleep lost at night.
Fingers of yellow,
To her are pure white.
She no longer feels,
The ice in her touch.
She curses the mother,
She misses so much.
Her smile once bright,
As stars in the sky,
Has faded from sight,
To lips parched and dry.
Hair brittle and dull,
Though once it did shine,
Breaks off piece by piece,
Falling out over time;
Tossed by the wind,
Were golden, red strands,
Now heavy and limp,
Across bony hands.
Acid and vomit,
The scent of near death,
Seeps out from her teeth,
With each rancid breath.
She stares in the mirror;
One day she�ll realize,
She�ll fall to her knees,
Confess to the lies.
Her mother will race,
To be by her side.
It isn�t too late,
To turn back the tide.
A new war to begin,
A new battle to fight,
Her one, final chance,
To make everything right.