AFRAID

She lived all alone
No family to call
The last one standing
The last to fall.

She spent her days
All by herself
Can’t imagine just how
How bad she felt.

Her parents gone
No children or friends
A neighbor stopped over
Every now and then.

The church brought by
Lunch , served cold
A cup of tea
For the feeble, the old.

She didn’t complain
Always smiled, was polite
She dreaded the end
The end of daylight.

So afraid of the dark
Being all by herself
No one to call
If she needed help.

No one would be there
To comfort console
She was all alone
A timid, sweet soul.

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Image from Google Images: pinterest.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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