ALONE

A cloudy rainy day
She sits there all alone
No one stops by to visit
No one calls her on the phone.

The time passed by so quickly
She watched it slip away
She looks into the mirror
Her hair  now turned to gray.

Her face amass with wrinkles
Nothing remains the same
Her hands and knees are aching
She deals with chronic pain.

She watches for the postman
She looks forward to the mail
She reads the advertisements
And watches for the sales.

A woman from her church
Stops by, asks how she feels
She stays, just a few minutes
She delivers “Meals on Wheels”.

Abandoned and forsaken
She feels so all alone
She stares at photos of her husband
His name engraved on their headstone.

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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs. View all posts by Patty Richardson