Waiting Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Waiting



I installed a first-class playhouse, complete with a swing set, hoping they would bring the kids over and visit.

Now the chains have lost their shine and weeds fill the sandbox. They never came.

I personally prepared the ground, marked off the distance and put in
horseshoe pits, a game we had played when they were still at home.

Now the shoes lie rusty on the ground. They were never used.

I planted a willow tree on the corner of my lawn to provide shade for us as we sat outside. I picked up an ice cream maker, but it’s still in the box.

I sit often under that willow and we weep together.

I had planned to enjoy them all the days of my life, to spend wonderful hours with them. Never in my life did I think I would grow old alone.

But I am old and God knows I have known loneliness.

Today, lying in this bed, I raise myself up on one elbow, peek out the
window as I watch them leave, one by one.

That’s right: they were all here today, along with the pastor from the First Baptist Church.

They had been informed that my time on Earth would soon be over. No,
it is not, easy nor what I wanted or nor what I wanted or expected.

However, I do have this one consolation... at last they finally came.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a poem reminding us to not wait to see our loved ones, don't put it off until it can't be put on. Do it while it is in your heart and don't live with the regrets of what you should have done.

Each year around holiday seasons many families visit and enjoy each other's company. However, there are so many others who sit in a lonely room of a rest home or in their small apartment, just longing for someone to visit them.

The above words were some thoughts that came to me one day as I pondered growing old.

Out parents and grandparents have given us so much and we must never neglect them. Take time before the year's end to visit an elderly person. You don't need to take a gift, just your love and time is plenty. Believe me, they will appreciate it. Remember one of the commandments is to honor thy father and mother. So, love them while you can.

I hope you enjoy, Loyd
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