She undoes her work apron, sips the last of her tea

May looks out the window and what does she see

A reflection of beauty that even age couldn’t dim

She sits in the rocker and once more thinks of him

Eighteen years since he left her and the kids all alone

She always keeps a phone handy hoping he’ll phone

The twins are grown up now, her son’s a man too

When young Wendy leaves home what will she do

She stopped wondering why, stopped finding blame

May’s world was her children she loves all the same

She’s settled for memories of what they once shared

When he held her, kissed her and told her he cared

She twirls the gold band now dulled with the years

Uses her apron to wipe away her sorrowed tears

She picks up a picture now eighteen years old

A young girl dressed in white, a young man so bold

She could have had lovers, married another instead

Her heart chose to hope though, he’d return to her empty bed

She closes her journal where she’s captured the years

Heartstrings and heartaches, pages long stained with tears.