The Forgotten Poem by Natalie Collins

Longing eyes watch the door,
Waiting for a familiar face to appear.
Maybe today her son will come.
Perhaps the pastor will stop in to pray.
Maybe a friend will make her smile.

“They’ll take good care of you, Mom.”
“I’ll be praying for you.”
“I’ll stop and see you when I get the chance.”

As the door opened, she could hardly wait
To see who her visitor was.
She looked up with eager eyes -
Then swallowed her 2: 00 pill.