Grandma

I sit here, in my high backed chair
And watch the world go by
Although my world is one small room
A room in which I'll die

Sometimes some people visit me
They say they're family
But I never married or had children
I don't know who they be

But they insist, they often come
They seem to know my name
It hurts that they could be so cruel
As though love were a game

They often cry when they leave me
Although I don't know why
They ask me for my memories
Of times that have gone by

And so I sometimes humour them
Just to see their smile
Knowing that they'll come again
In just a little while

And so I sit here in my chair
Alone, but I don't cry
And as I wait, for the nurse
I watch the world go by.

All rights reserved. Nom 15th September 2012.