Her star rose in the sky the year of my birth,
talented, pretty, exotic,
the model for midcentury mommas
to dangle their babies in front of
everyone wanted their daughter to be her.
Preserved innocence in the age of modern marvels
she stepped aside before things really sped up.
a smile always available for fans and mentors alike,
small forays in the spotlight,
knowing plenty of time lay ahead
for comebacks and other dreams.
Time spent instead in traveling
the path of diminishing returns,
the steady starlight fading to black,
leaving only reflections of memory.
©2013 Noreen Braman
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