An ailing parent <br />Sitting alone, <br />By the telephone, <br />Waiting <br />For a call <br />From his errant son. <br /> <br />Hoping it might ring, <br />Knowing he has long since <br />Been forgotten. <br /> <br />Wonders, <br />Watching the rain <br />Face tear stained, <br /> <br />Is it time <br />To move on, <br />But how is it done <br />With your own <br />Flesh and blood?<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loneliness-108/
