She’s a tiny white haired beauty
Lost to the memories of time
Age robbed of her dignity
Wearing pull-ups at bedtime
Who are these strangers round me?
What kind of hotel am I in?
Where did they put my babies?
Please don’t let the bad men in
Eighty six years went behind her
Children who’ve forgotten
Teardrops stain her cotton pillows
As she thinks life seems a trick so rotten
Worn out eyes no longer see the sun
Fingers now withered and dry
She feels like she’s been deserted
You can hear her heart-broke sigh
Monette
Take care,
Sherry
God bless you.
Sandie.
Mil is quite old already...and with time I am sure things will be better my friend. May God be with you and your family...and may you be guided by his upperhand to cope with this sadness in your life!!
Best to you my friend!!
Love Tinka