The open Door.

A frail old woman lives all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door.
Dreaming of days past long ago,
When children played about her knee
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care.
Knowing the blessing of a Mother’s prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here
Silently wiping a tricking tear,
For striving for things in a life so brief
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother’s grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She’ll forgive and forget all unkindness they’ve shown
This poor old mother who lives alone.
Having the door open ever since they’ve gone.
Waking up each day with sadness no more,
To see them coming through the open door.

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In response to today’s prompt ~Open.

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8 thoughts on “The open Door.

    • Oh!! Thank you my dear,I’m so glad that it touched your soul.
      But that’s reality isn’t it nowadays? Everyone of us are too busy racing each other in the tracks of a Robotic life.😍

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