I am gray old woman I sits all alone
Unloved, uncherished and unknown.
Sitting beside my computer screen.
Dreaming of days past and what might of been,
When children were small and very wee
Filling the air with childish glee,
I cherished them with loving care.
and blessed them with Mother's prayer.
But now they have grown, each to his life
the girls to their husbands, the boys to their wives,
Forgetful are they of a mother who sits here alone
Silently weeping and hurt to the bone
Blind their poor eyes to a Mother's grief.
But does she tell them in word or in mind.
that their neglect to her seem unkind.
She'll forgive and forget, unkindness they've shown.
just to get a their attention and feel included
This poor old mother who sits at home
very much alone and deluded.