My Visitor
She sits at home just waiting
Sitting, standing, not knowing what to do
At 89 she’s still a part
Of my life with a love so true
From the airport last night, I picked her up
I saw her, we both smiled
My mother, when she’s in my sights
I again become a child
But, here at work I think of her
Wondering what it is she’s doing
As her hearing’s bad and eyes, well
They’re no longer there for viewing
I know she feels so lonely
I can only imagine how she feels
Since my dad had passed away
She aged and lost some zeal
She has no interest to go out
Nor interest to make friends
At 89 who’s to question her
I pray her loneliness ends
So, mother, while you’re waiting there
For tonight when we come home
I hope that you can pass the time
And not feel so alone
The dog is there to greet you too
She’ll stay there, always at your side
Maybe take a nap, turn on the tube
We’ll be there in no time
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