The Window
The Window
From her kitchen window, she stares through the glass
Remembering her love who has recently passed
Daydreams of times she would begin to tear
Love so strong throughout the years
The empty feeling way down inside
No longer around to stand by her side
It's hard to believe that he's suddenly gone
Not meaning to leave her here all alone
After 60 years married to a husband so dear
Loneliness is now a consuming fear
Moving through the house empty of laughter and love
Occasionally thinking of him above
No friends or family to call or to talk
Wheelchair-bound can barely walk
Loneliness and depression could fill the halls
Stained wallpaper pictures fallen from walls
This does happen in the world today
It's happening now, I unfortunately say
I've watched that stare from my neighbor's wife
Who's husband recently lost his fight for life
Military honors draped with the red, white, and blue
Hundreds of friends came to view
I've seen her stand for hours; it seems
Staring way off into the distance dreams
It's disheartening, a tearful shame
To look at her loneliness through a windowpane
Lpickard
Copyright © William Pickard |
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