The Visit - Poem by Ann Dulon
Her eyes fixed at the clock on the wall
Desperately waiting for her home help to call
Why isn't she here? she is ever so late
Is that her now coming in the gate
I'm so glad you are here, I began don't worry
Don't dash around ---- please don't hurry
Sit down lets talk, I'm hungry for company
When left all alone, I'm restless so jumpy
I enjoy your visits I hold them so dear
Why does the time fly when you come here?
Children to have, they grow up and they go
When you are elderly, they don't want to know
All I have left are my memories to keep
"Goodbye, take care, see you next week"
My life now empty, why do I moan?
The house so quiet, I feel so alone.
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