sitting in my mothers chair <br />pain is etched everywhere <br />feeling the aches and pains <br />that she must go through <br />living in her solitude. <br /> <br />a house is not a home <br />if no one picks up the phone. <br />a telephone call is all she asks <br /> it's not much of a task. <br /> <br />staring at the pictures of her <br />grand childrens faces. <br />recalling when she was younger <br />with no lines or traces. <br />that old age would soon appear. <br />it was something that she did not fear. <br /> <br />now her medical problems have gotten worse <br />she is more or less an invalid, and needs a nurse. <br /> this is something that she always feared <br />the burden upon her children, far and near. <br /> <br />yet there is something that she does not realize. <br />that all her children love her <br />and will always be close by.<br /><br />louis rams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/engraved-feelings-1979/
