Poetry

Dear Loneliness

A poem for my mother

My mother is 90. In October she had a health scare and almost died. I wrote this as I was thinking of her. My dad died in 1992 and she has missed him so much over the years. She and I talk on the phone regularly. She gets so lonely sometimes.

I stare at the walls filled with pictures of our lives,
while sitting alone in my chair.
Thirty years gone by without him there,
sitting in the chair beside me.

It gets to be so lonely,
no one to talk to, no one to listen.
The children rarely call.
No one understands me the way he did.

A life lived moment by moment
and day by day,
as these tears of sorrow
slowly fade away.

There are no fears,
no regrets, no problems,
only grief
and the wait for sweet relief.

A time will come to be with him once again
At a moment’s notice, this life too will end.

Our souls will meet and join in life’s last breath
Together in life, together in death.

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