On
her own
Elderly
lady who lives all alone
In
a four bed roomed house on her own.
Humbled
to own all her possessions,
Gone
through life and learnt so many lessons.
She’s
as bright as a button, has stories to tell,
A
chat with her, you’re under her spell!
She
loves the visits, some company
With
a cup of tea for her and for me.
She’s
been independent and has her pride;
We
don’t know what she’s feeling inside.
Jobs
are done for her that she used to do,
We’re
are empathetic and try to construe.
She
smiles so sweetly, asks ‘what is today
What
clothes am I going to wear by the way’?
She
refuses some help we try to offer;
She’s
got her own mind and nothing can stop her!
She
talks about life, to herself she chuckles,
Loves
her garden, the smell of honeysuckle.
Smiles
to herself with her good memories,
Wondering
how her life used to be.
As
she’s got older, it’s harder to dress;
It’s
getting more frequent to convalesce,
But
always there with a ready smile
Knowing
things now take a little while.
And
when the visits are put in place,
Learn
a little more about her birthplace.
The
jobs where she used to work
While
we do some of her housework.
Look
forward to meeting her once more
Each
time we go and knock on her door!
Wake
her up with a cup of tea;
A
wealth of knowledge for you and for me!
Copyright
Linda Lawrence
18th
June 2016
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