Old people's home is full mothers and fathers whose children refused to look after or even drop in ,sometimes. How sad that some as become adults forget who cherished them in the past.
14) An Old Woman Cry
Her wrinkled face,Dwelt on thoughts
A day after day in old people's home
As she turned old,
Her children considered her odd.
She was questioning herself" WHY?"
Am I supposed to live alone?
It's not my place
Or where I belong.
They were living inside my guts.
I was like the shell of my baby nuts.
A sky that gathered her clouds
A sea that laid its boats on a safe coast.
And the bird that taught her fledglings how to fly.
There were crying on my shoulder.
Sleeping as angels on my lap,
And as they got older and stronger,
I was supporting and thankful to God.
Now when my hair is grey
And body is weak.
I can't even find an arm to lean,
Or a couple of fingers to wipe away that grief.
What a Loss!
What are children for?
If in their old age , neglected their parents' grace,
And sought the pleasures of the world.
Poetry by Amanda K
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Written on 2006-09-07 at 17:56
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