Feeling low

Story ID:	5616
Written by:	Kathleen Blanchfield (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Kilkenny Eire Ireland
Year:	2010
Person:	My Mother

FEELING LOW

A LITTLE OLD LADY,
ONCE SHE WAS A STRANGER,
NOW I CALL HER A FRIEND,
THOUGH I DO NOT KNOW HER NAME.

TODAY I SAW HER SHOPPING,
HER FACE SO SAD,HANDS BLUE WITH COLD,
SHE NODDED AS SHE MET ME,
FACE FORLORN ON A JANUARY DAY.

BRIEFLY WE SPOKE,TEARS STREAMED,
AS SHE TOLD ME HER HUSBAND OF FIFTY YEARS,
HAD PASSED AWAY SINCE WE LAST MET,
NO WORDS COULD COMFORT HER.

YEARS OF AFFECTION SHONE WITHIN HER EYES,
MEMORIES OF HARD TIMES ETCHED DEEPLY ON HER FACE,
JOYS AND SORROWS WERE ALWAYS SHARED,
NOW SHE FELT SO ALONE.

SOBBING LOUDLY SHE GRIPPED MY HAND,
HER GRIEF SO GREAT,I COULD ALMOST FEEL IT,
MY HEART WENT OUT TO HER,
AS SHE SLOWLY STRUGGLED ON.

KATHLEEN BLANCHFIELD