When we were well and active
With well trained listening ears
The phone was always ringing
Week on week, for many years
Then, disaster stuck our bodies
Illness entered through our door
For many years we’ve had to battle
And could do little more
The phone is now mostly quiet
We usually sit and eat alone
Keeping each other company
Our time is all our own
We have become used to the solitude
Easily fill our waking hours
With reading, writing, TV sport
The garden with its flowers
Although we still welcome
Occasional visitors to our door
We no longer have the energy
To invite them, as before
Buying extra food, making beds
Is a mountain, just too high
To climb, without assistance
Though we would like to try
Our dear family live at a distance
Working hard and long
We are always welcome
But, alas, we are not strong
They visit when they are able
We savour that time with joy
But, we didn’t have our children
In our old age to employ
But, we are very fortunate
We are still together
Though we must stay indoors, we
Chat and laugh despite the weather
Fifty years have quickly passed
Our vows seem far away
‘For better for worse’, has been tested
But remains just as strong today
But, if I sit and really think
Back in time, all that we wanted
Was to spend our days, alone, together
Now, at last that wish is granted
True, it’s not as we expected
Quite restricted, with little choice
But we are blessed to have this time
And still hear each other’s voice
Poems from 'Twilight Years' by Audrey Coatesworth
Copyright A Coatesworth March 2013
My mother called a couple of days ago. I sensed she was lonely and just wanted to talk. After a few minutes on the phone, it was time for her lunch and she bid me goodbye. I don't think that I will see her again. She cried the last time I left her side over a year ago.
Ron
budd
Audrey, writing i can relate to completely
and the overall impression is elegant simplicity.
john