Visiting Bea

Visiting Bea Might you be her son she asked Each week I see you here Oh no, I’m not her son I said I’m just a volunteer “Just a volunteer” she said As I turned to walk away I wonder if you’d have the time I've something to convey Do you know how much she waits For the day that you arrive How she listens for your voice Her senses more alive Do you know she checks her watch Many times before You arrive to visit her And enter through her door Do you know she speaks of you When you are not there And tells us stories you have told Tales see likes to share Do you see the smile she gives To you when you are here How she loves to hold your hand Your presence is so dear Do you know you’re in her prayers That she says every night A prayer to keep you safe from harm When you are out of sight Do you know how much you mean to her The difference that you make By chasing boredom from her hours And her loneliness forsake These are gifts you give to her Every time you’re here And that is why there’s no such thing As “ Just a volunteer”