Life

Features drawn and grey
Her face so familiar
Yet so distant
One of my girls of 40 years ago!

Her name was Laura
Or similiar
Yet not her
It is her mother I realize.

Once the mother
Had been a cherub
And Now?
Just a shell sat there.

What had come to pass?
What had drained the life?
Both mother and daughter
Shells.

The arrogant naivety of life
Showering some
Drowning others
Along the path.

Is it all random?
Or is pain the plan?
Ebbs and flows
Good and bad.

Choices we make
Impacting
What we can not
Control.

Cherubs destroyed
Demons appear blessed
Randomness
Or is it all by design?

(Yes, I finally understand ...)