I started once to walk on by, <br /> But she smiled and said hello. <br /> Her eyes looked wistfully at me, <br /> And she asked me not to go. <br /> I stayed to talk with her awhile. <br /> She was lonely I could see. <br /> She made me feel so welcomed <br /> As she talked of things to be. <br /> Of when her children would return, <br /> Or call her on the phone. <br /> Such dreams help fill the lonely hours <br /> As she sits there all alone. <br /> They all live busy, happy lives. <br /> Their children fill their days. <br /> It seems they have forgotten her, <br /> And all the love she gave. <br /> Just think about it for awhile <br /> Tonight when you get home. <br /> Is that your Mother sitting there <br /> Forgotten and alone? <br /> If so get in touch with her. <br /> It would make her world so right. <br /> To know you love and care for her <br /> Would fill her with delight. <br /> Life is such a fleeting thing, <br /> To soon it passed by, <br /> And maybe at some future date <br /> That chair you'll occupy. <br /> Will your heart be sad and lonely, <br /> Like the ladies that I know? <br /> It brings to mind those awesome words, <br /> We reap what ere we sow.<br /><br />Laura H. Lavender<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-67/
