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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem