On Monday She Remembered

The winds howled
But she never noticed
Sarah stared out the window
Would there ever be a summer
Like the summers when she was a child
Would the clouds above her head
Ever part
Would she know freedom, true freedom
From what she could not remember
She went for a walk in the park
But never left her home
Sarah spoke with relatives
Who had long been gone
And sometimes she laughed with them
But most of the times
She cried
Sarah couldn't remember why
But she remembered the summers
When she was a child
On Monday she remembered

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