6 December 2012
Behind closed doors Behind distant families Behind the cheery old lady Lies unfamiliarity
She wears her brave face As she struggles to the shops Cashing her state pension It never comes to much
After pilling bills She's struggling to eat Resorting to burning lamps To produce heat
A day that rarely does change Alone with a black an white tv A ring on her doorbell Excited she rises to her feet
As she swings open the door The person she does see Could be anyone It could be you And it has been me;
A milkman A cashier A postman A meter reader A sign from heaven A touch of interaction A sign of A believer
Anything she can do To make her life easier
Mistakingly she outlived her whole family Every last member died naturally or because of tragedy
She had many sisters A brother only one But nobody could predict her living past 101
Neighbours came and went Generations speedily repeating There was only one thing This lonely widow needed
A hint of interaction A friend to hold A reminder of achievements A reminder to feel loved A feeling of being needed A set of ears to listen
To a wisdom to be told A chance for just one day For an escape From being labeled 'old' Whilst still sitting silently In her tomb The Tomb of The Cold
*title is a quote I've heard somewhere *The poem Is loosely based on a true story
Daniel Hing 05.12.12
We're so busy growing up, we often forget our parents do to • Opuss № I