A gray old woman sits all alone,
Unloved, uncherished, and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door,
Dreaming of days passed long ago,
When children played about her knee
Filling the air with childish glee,
Tended by her with loving care,
Knowing the blessing of a Mother's prayer.
But now they have gone, each to his life.
A girl to her husband, a boy to his wife,
Forgetful are they of her who sits here,
Silently wiping a tricking tear.
For striving for things in a life so brief
Blind their poor eyes to a dear Mother's grief.
But does she upbraid them in word or in mind.
Nor does their neglect to her seem unkind.
She'll forgive and forget all unkindness they've shown
This poor old mother who sits alone.
I can so relate. My son, 33 now, moved to the states 5 years ago. Of course he found himself a girlfriend whose family is always in the picture. Since he had been a teenager, he started...
The Forgotten Mother
Published: February 2006
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I am sitting home alone, and the comment I just read said it all. I don't even want to get on my Facebook page anymore because I see how the other mothers are so loved by their children. It really hurts because I have always been there through thick and thin for my 3 kids, and it breaks my heart that they don't act like they even care, but I will always love them.