Her wait


With the wrinkled face and bent shoulders,
She stood and waited near the boulders.
It was the entrance of an old age home,
This sunday her son was about to come.
It turned from dusk to dawn,
And now she felt like a queen without crown.

All the ebullience evade,
And the glister in eyes was about to fade.
The feet stumbled,
And she returned to the room being quite and humble.

Peeping through the window on a rocking chair,
She sat and thought if it was fair.
The one whom she loved and nourished,
Was now out of her own reach.
For the one she sacrificed her life,
Now could care only of his wife.
Glittering drops rolled down the cheeks,
And blamed her destiny while she freaked

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