A lonely heart sets the table but is she a Milly, <br />a Betty or a Mabel. Tea, coffee, cakes and ale <br />but outside there blows a gale. Sash cord windows <br />rattling like chains, thunder and lighting tormenting her <br />brains. A frail old lady who always lays up for tea but no <br />one comes not even her family. As the rain pours down she <br />gives a little frown as she looks at a photo in her wedding <br />gown. A picture of love on her wedding day, a day she <br />never wanted to go away.Now all that's forgotton as the <br />clouds roll together, will her lonely heart stand up to this <br />gale force weather. She draws the curtains and says <br />goodnight to the storm then sits by the fire where its <br />cosy and warm. <br />No visitors tonight she says to the cat who lay curled up <br />on the fireside mat. Again she views her wedding day and <br />asks the Lord to show her the way.Then she holds the cat <br />to her lonely heart so that they will never be apart. The dear <br />old lady died that night and the cat now sits on her burial site.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lonely-heart-in-a-thunderstorm/
