She is like the migratory bird, restless in the cage that imprisons her.
Eager to be set free in the morning light, yet no longer able to fly the distance.
What shall she do, but lie in wait for the cage door to open and a strong wind to pick her up and revitalize her.
Then she shall soar to the far reaches of the earth once again.
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Ohhhh! This reminds me of my mother’s last days….lost in dementia! Thank you JJJ!