Aged hands folded in silence
Another day spent all alone
As memories fill their mind
To places once called home.
Sadness takes a mighty toll
As the years pass slowly by
Locked away and so forgotten
For the remainder of their life.
Only great sorrow dwells here
For the elderly, lonely souls
As if they possess no worth
Once their living in days of old.
Hope for many, a forgotten thing
Waiting...For one visitor to come,
The days quickly turn into years
Longing to see, a Daughter or Son.
Yet their names quickly forgotten
For no one seems to really care
As they sit for hours on end, and
Millions of miles away they stare.
Oh, what they all would give if only
They could all return home again
To be surrounded by loved ones
Before final day comes to an end.
For many, the day never comes
Waiting; Months turn into years
Each night have fallen so many
From loneliness, a million tears.
A hush fills the nursing home
Like so many nights before
As a visitor makes his way to one
Knocking softly on a woman's door.
Lifting her head, quietly waiting
Going toward her, he walks inside
His gentle voice beckons to her
With arms for him opening wide.
Longing so many years to see him
In prayers, calling to him each night
And now he's standing before her
Embraced within such loving light.
The life from her leaves so silent
Toward heaven, to beckoning call
As she stands before her creator
Rejoicing amidst, she bows in awe.
Aged hands are folded in silence
As so many come to say goodbye
And flowers surround by hundreds
Yet neither received while alive.
Her eyes now closed to this world
In the presence of God she dwells
Her emptiness now so forgotten
For now in loving embrace she's held.
©Kathy Loun Stilley
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