The Visitor - Poem by Herman Sequira
The old lady waits and she peers
Through dusty, half closed blinds,
And when a tall young man appears,
Her heart, new joy it finds.
She slowly hobbles t'ward the door
To welcome him again.
'My faithful son, you're here once more,
My wait was not in vain.'
'I've missed you Mom, how have you been?
I tried to come before.'
'That's fine my son, please come on in,
You did your best, I'm sure.'
They chat a while, it's happy times,
But then he has to go.
'Now don't you worry, I'll be fine;
Be back before you know.'
She kisses him and smiles although
She's sad to see him leave.
I hope and pray she'll never know
He died ten years this eve.
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