Did you hear me?

The Forgotten Mother

A gray old woman sits all alone,

Unloved, uncherished and unknown.

Sitting beside her broken door.

Dreaming of days past long ago

When children played around 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 to each his life

A girl to her husband and man to his wife,

Forgetful are they of her who sits here

Silently wiping a trickling tear,

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