Waiting

Sitting on a window sill She waits and waits For a phone call Or for them to come online Just to hear their voice Or to see their pretty faces Waiting with a heart ache She remembers how once They made her day How once she felt that she had not enough time To care for them How she fed and pampered them Loved them with all her heart Now they are living successful lives in some distant land Now no one bangs the door No one messes the room No one to make that noise No one fights those silly fights No one sleeps on those beds No one says “Good night ,Mom” to her She waits and waits for their return At least to lay her to rest in her grave……