-A NEW BEGINNING-
Her wizened old face peered over crisp white sheets,
as I quietly entered the room.
A small withered hand reached out for mine.
As I gently took it, her face alit. The smile and twinkle
in her paled eyes told a sad and lonely tale.
One of life that passes by each day without
compassion-without love-without hope.
One of waiting day after day-For What?
The end of misery? The end of loneliness?
The end of pain?
Or is she waiting for something else?
A new beginning.
The joy of seeing family and friends again.
The joy of returning to the arms of her Father in Heaven.
I like to think that, maybe, this is a new beginning
to life and not an end.
A looking forward-not a looking back.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 8-20-1976
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem