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A family’s grief shattered by realisations,
their dead mother’s skin shed to reveal her true identity.
Justice with her scales, children the weights,
rising and falling they strove for her approval.
Truth screams names from solicitor’s papers.
A shock revelation to those present,
not realising actions had been closely observed.
Blind Justice could see quite clearly afterall.
And now left to reflect.
Some with more than others, one with nothing.
The black bagged Waterford Crystal and patterned china
from a sitting room to an attic.
Loving thoughts destroyed.
All they had cherished is no more.