She is the one peering through the window, seeing others receive miraculous news.
No longer is she clay, waiting to be shaped:
She is in the autumn of her life, as the season begins the shift to winter.
Her body swells with the weight gain from medication, with arthritis in joints she never thought about as a younger woman.
She will plant the bulbs, as she has done every autumn.
In the Spring, she will stay alert for the first blooms.
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