/// Helle sits in her chair disengaged
and reflects upon how she has aged.
She was free in her youth,
but admits, now, the truth:
like her house plants and parrot— she’s caged.
/// Her bright garden is verdant with spring.
It should cheer her and make her heart sing,
but the husband she hates,
all her choices dictates,
and she cannot control anything.
/// Helle sits in her chair disengaged
and reflects upon how she has aged.
She was free in her youth,
but admits, now, the truth:
like her house plants and parrot— she’s caged.
/// Her bright garden is verdant with spring.
It should cheer her and make her heart sing,
but the husband she hates,
all her choices dictates,
and she cannot control anything.