WHO WILL LISTEN TO GRANDMA
She rocks away the lonely hours,
Sometimes a tear is shed.
And though her memories are alive,
No spoken word is said.
For who is there to talk to,
Near her old rocking chair?
There’s no one there to listen,
And no one seems to care.
Seems everyone’s so busy now,
For they have things to do.
So there’s no time for Grandma,
How sad that such is true.
Because her needs are very small
She asks no extra care,
And we all walk right on past her
As if she wasn’t there.
So her old heart weeps in sadness
Because she’s so alone.
She wonders why they do not stop,
And no concern is shown.
They mean to stop and talk to her,
At least that’s what they say . . .
But not just now, they can’t find time,
Perhaps another day.
So there she sits, a lonely soul,
Just rocking in her chair,
With hopeful heart, that you or I
Will show her that we care.
4/5/92 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
Reminds of my grandmother who died a few years ago. But she was never alone. My grandpa had this big house with lots of people, uncles, aunts, the grandchildren and it was humming with people most of the time. I am not sure if someone can really be happy when about to die, but at least we were all there with her.
I lost my son in 1990, to cancer, and I only have one daughter close to me, the other lives in Arizona. My family is spread across the country. As I age, I feel the lose of having family near. Everyone is so busy. However, the internet has helped a lot and I love all the new friends I am making through this poetry blog.