She looked behind her and saw
her future,
the passions of her youth,
slowly simmered,
tempered by unspoken contracts
signed.
Somehow the whole wide world
ahead, became
pink and green floral wallpaper,
dinner on the table by five,
laundry on the line on Tuesdays,
pressed pillow cases and
stacks of neatly folded diapers.
Ever so slowly,
the requisites of life,
took their place,
Her dreams, like leaves fell gently,
so quietly and calmly,
that not even she noticed
when they fell to the ground.