She sits alone in window chair
And watches children play,
The sun shines on her silver hair
She wears her shawl of gray.
A weary smile on crinkled face
Remembers times gone by,
Recalls her tree house hiding place
When playmates made her cry.
Then softly hears her Mother call
While seeking hiding child
Her Mother standing straight and tall
With manner calm and mild.
She remembers handsome boy
Who captured Lizzie’s heart,
And she then married lover coy,
She’d loved him from the start.
The painful sight of children now
Reminds her of her own,
She pauses to reflect on how
Those treasured years had flown.
The memories of her husband still,
He gone for many years,
These daily clear reminders will
Produce her nightly tears.
The children gone now every one
Are scattered round the globe,
She thinks of families just begun
And feels nostalgia’s probe.
She sees them now infrequently,
Their visits to her room
Responding to her unvoiced plea
With laughter chase her gloom.
But now she turns back with a sigh
Why watch the children play?
What merit are these days gone by?
Another lonely day!
“© Ian Grice 2008”
Comments
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You describe so well the loneliness of many.As families are scattered far and wide the togetherness is missing.Everyone is too busy to visit or they simply live too far away.There is always a telephone though if there is a real problem why they can't visit.Those words "I Love You" can work miracles, if we mean them.Thanks for sharing, Ros
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I enjoyed this thoroughly and felt the passing of time despite not being that age just yet. Wonderfully done!
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A Very Poignant Write...
And one sad fact of life, we all grow older, our children disperse "around the globe" leaving us with bygone memories of yesteryear as we sit, lonely and blue. This poem reminds me of the song, "Cats in the Cradle" and how life is too swift an arrow to grasp onto as it flies away forever, into the winds of change. Thank you for sharing this deeply profound and beautifully written song of sorrow of the ages. 
Peace always, Cyn 
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