Existing

She peers out at the World
through eyes unseeing,
Lost to the present as is
Trapped in the memory of what never was.

Tanned with a heavy layer of regret
She sits in her chair and looks out 
but sees nothing.

Her children sit on the porch around her feet
Laughing
Playing
Living.

She hears them
Sees them 
Feels their presence.
But she wishes she didn't.

Caught up with how life should have been
Could have been
Had it not been for Him.

He who stole what was rightfully hers to give.

She sits in her chair and peers out at the World
through eyes unseeing,
Lost to the present as is
Trapped in the memory of what should have been.

No longer living
Barely existing.

Jolted back to the present
only by the echoing sound of her youngest
asking, "Mommy, what's for dinner?"