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The Forgotten

She stares out the window at the old folks home. She feels like it is all a dream and cries when she is alone No one comes to visit her although visits are allowed each day. Her children say it is just too hard and live too far away. They were married very young, but were so much in love. When hard times seemed too much they prayed to God above. The children grew up happy-then they moved away. The couple did not notice the passing of each day. He was sick for many years and she stayed at his side. She prayed a cure would soon be found for the cancer eating him alive. Her hands sometimes hurt and her body was old. But with him at her side she felt good as gold. She plays with her fingers as she watches him breathe. She watches the clock and she starts to grieve. His body has become silent and still. The nurses come in with forms that need to be filled. She is numb as she listens to sermons of life after death. Friends of the family say sorry, and wish her the best. The medical bills are too much for her to pay alone. The bank has come to say they are taking her home. She can't believe that after sixty years he is gone. This old folks home- she knows he would say is wrong. She takes the medication that she does not need. She takes out her old worn Bible and sits down to read.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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