Ann Foster Poet Free verse

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Jane

"Is that you Jane?"
(An old woman's voice from room 12A, 
echoing down the hall.)

The room is cold, 
and I feel old. 

Lord,
kindly send
one young woman
that can see... 
that one day she will be 
just like me. 

I have lived a life worth living, 
the good parts and the bad. 
The memories both, 
happy and sad. 

Now I am here, 
at the last... 
the world still moving 
way too fast.
I can not take care of myself, 
anymore, 
but my daughter
is gone
... all wrong, 
in the song.  

It is the way of the day, 
to leave tradition behind, 
to let their own light shine. 
Yet in the end, it will send
a message echoing back... 
and no one 
at all will care
anymore.

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Susan Ashley August 1, 2022 at 5:28 PM Dear Ann, your golden pen wields poignant power in the tender sad beauty of this thoughtful and thought provoking poem. Brilliant illumination of a crestfallen soul. Warmest wishes, my friend.. ~Susan

Robert Gorelick July 28, 2022 at 12:28 PM Life is composed of comings and goings. As the Old Testament tells us, there is nothing new under the sun. Robert

Michael Tor July 27, 2022 at 9:07 PM Heartfelt write Ann. I feel though the elderly experience this heart breaking truth. God help them and thank you for sharing...

Linda Alice Fowler July 27, 2022 at 5:59 PM This is mournfully sad. I can relate. Linda

Jeff Kyser July 27, 2022 at 4:33 PM Retirement homes can be wonderful, and they can be sad places where people go to die. This brings up memories of where my mother was, her last 3 years. Her experience was good, but not everyone's was... Not blessed to have family nearby...