She waits by the phone.
You never know, today they might call.
She waits by the door.
You never know, today they might visit.
She puts on her best dress.
You never know, today they might invite her for a meal.
Every day is the same routine
Always hopeful that today they might remember
Remember the poor old woman
Who brought them into this world
Who fed them and took care of them
Who is now tired and can barely get out of bed
Who after all the selfless giving and never getting
Would do it all again
Just to hear the phone ring
Just to hear the knock on the door
Just to hear them say, "Ma you look beautiful in that dress"
But instead she just waits by door in her best dress with the phone in her hand.
The only sound to be heard is the pain in her heart.
The only movement are her hands wiping the tears.
The only conversation is with her broken reflection.
When I heard this story it made me angry.
All the woman wants is to feel like she is wanted.
To feel that she still matters.
To feel that she is loved.
Is that really too much to ask?
When I heard this story
I knew one day they would regret taking her for granted.
And I no longer felt angry, but sad for them.
So I pray they realize it soon.
How good they have it.
For them and for her.
Before she no longer waits by the phone
No longer waits by the door
No longer puts on her best dress
Because she is gone.
Picture Citations: Empty rocking chair. http://www.wikinut.com/img/13n3nrqtpe88yjyc/empty-rocking-chair
Picture Citations: Empty rocking chair. http://www.wikinut.com/img/13n3nrqtpe88yjyc/empty-rocking-chair
