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Turning in her grave
She wonders if
That last choice had been the one
Or the choice before that
That took her to this place
Where restless she waits

Turning in her grave
She wonders if
The path she declined to follow
Would still have brought
her here, with no hope
Or maybe sooner

Turning in her grave
She wonders if
The child she didn’t have, would
Have grieved for her or
Visited her with flowers
To talk about the past

Turning in her grave
She wonders if
She is remembered and missed
How can she know if
No one comes to clean
The marker of her life

Turning in her grave
She wonders if
She was guided, pushed, shoved
To self destruction
Too wrong choices
To waste her life

Four lanes and a roundabout came from a humorous assertion by my significant other that I could not drive. I did go round the roundabout twice because I missed the turning, but I don’t remember using all four lanes…