Her Last Home

My heart breaks as I enter the room, And see my mother sitting in her wheelchair, Gazing with unseeing eyes Through a strangers window Waiting… For the occasional visitor For news from her beloved grandchildren For death… In her silence she remembers A loving mother, taken too soon A small child, mistreated abused Surviving alone Self-reliant, self-sufficient, independent A lifetime of habits Too hard now to break She longs to be loved To be held, to be needed To not be so alone She has given all she can give Accepting nothing in return Does she know how much we appreciate All she has done for us How much she is loved How deeply she will be missed … Her world is passing I give her a hug, a kiss She smiles She knows…