She's Going Home Poem by Marsha Youree

She's Going Home



Her tiny hands are folded
All alone there in her chair
Another day spent all alone
Dosen't anyone really care.

Her days are so very long
Her heart is filled with pain
She's always wanting to go home
With her family once again.

Seems her name has been forgotten
Months have turned to years
Inside she's died a hundred times
Cried so many silent tears.

Someone has came to see her
In her room she waits inside
Gently he walks up to her
Her eyes open wide.

A very close friend of hers
She talked to him every night
She's not lonely anymore
For now He holds her tight.

The night is quiet silent
Everyone must be on call
All she see's is a beautiful light
Coming from outside the hall.

Once again her hands are folded
From that old body she has flown
Eyes now closed in restful sleep
God came and took her home.

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