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.
This one I rate as one of your best…
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Thank you so very much😍😍
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It is by far the best post I have read today. You capture the emotions so beautifully
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I just don’t know I look at everything on a Mother’s perspective.Thank you btw for taking the time☺
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I love it! totally enjoyed reading it, thank you!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it,Thank you BTW.
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poignant Shahzy.. you have described the plight of the old woman so beautifully, it hurts reading it
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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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