I look around .....
there's no-one there ....
No-one there to care or share,
No loving kiss, no tender smile,
No welcome home upon the tile
No-one to see the me within
No-one to stroke my silk smooth skin
No-one to caress my aching limbs
Or delight in some occasional whim
No-one with whom to share my thoughts,
My hopes, my dreams, the things I bought.
I’ve worked so hard for this lonely life
Of daughter, sister, mother, wife.
Outside the world's a warmer place
They see my smile, they see my face.
I hold my own, they admire my skill
Just this dark space I feel the chill.
I look around .....
there's someone there.....
A shadow sitting in the chair
A memory of what has been and gone
Faded hopes of being as one
I’m sad, I hurt, I shed a tear,
Then start to think of what to wear
To face the world another day...
I look around ....
then turn away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem