Natalie Collins

The Forgotten - Poem by Natalie Collins

Longing eyes watch the door,
Waiting for a familiar face to appear.
Maybe today her son will come.
Perhaps the pastor will stop in to pray.
Maybe a friend will make her smile.

“They’ll take good care of you, Mom.”
“I’ll be praying for you.”
“I’ll stop and see you when I get the chance.”

As the door opened, she could hardly wait
To see who her visitor was.
She looked up with eager eyes -
Then swallowed her 2: 00 pill.

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  • PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE (4/5/2008 12:17:00 PM)

    heartfelt poem, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 4, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 4, 2008

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