2nd Mother Poem by bob barci

Its been 10 years
since my own
passed from this world – into the next.
I’ve come to adopt yours – as my own.
I affectionately call her Mom.
Mom –
older now.
Showing signs of who knows what.
I’m told she was like that
even when she was younger,
but it’s more prominent now.
Husband of 60 years – gone.
Left her on her own
with no one to look after.
Wants her grown sons
at her side 24/7
giving her companionship.
When they plan to visit –
she literally can’t wait
till they get there.
Constantly at the door – where are they?
Constantly on the phone – why are they not there yet?
Tears flow
when they need to leave
leaving her with no one to fuss over and talk to.