End Of Day

A mother sits all alone.
Her hand extends to pick up the phone.
Quickly she withdraws it, timing not right.
It may be better if she rang tonight!

Lonely hours to while away,
she begins to plan what she will say,
but changes her mind as she’s done before.
Nobody visits to knock on her door.

Her children grown up, with families of their own.
Beautiful husbands, beautiful homes.
They have no time to ring or say “Hello!”
But she loves them so dearly, as they very well know.

So later she’ll ring, ask about their day
with conversation light-hearted, come what may.
Then it’s “Goodbye”, talk to you soon
and she re-joins her evening companion: “The Moon”.

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Marie, I find this poem a sad reflection on how isolated the elderly can become. It also makes me realize how blessed I am. I can’t help thinking that even though the children have fled the nest and have busy lives of their own, would it hurt them to phone more? A couple of minutes a day, just to check in? Surely that isn’t too much to ask. Beautifully penned and raises plenty of thoughts. Have a happy Saturday.

Chris

[Marie]

Hello Chris and thank you for kindly taking time out to read this poem and for your kind comment. Thank you also for your empathy. It is so true that the elderly are very often without human contact for a very long time here in Ireland, especially in rural areas. It is said to be responsible for a lot of suicides among the farming community. Children grow up and have their own lives to live and may mean to check in, but something comes up which gets in the way of the intended call, so it never takes place due to postponement. Wishing you a very Happy Saturday also and a very blessed and lovely weekend too, dear Chris...

[Relic]

This does hit that sad spot in the heart, Marie. Being I'm single with no children I wonder what life will be like in my elderly years. Your poem puts into the light what many face in later years as they go through life alone. You put expression in thoughts well. Great poem.

[Marie]

Hello Relic and thank you for kindly reading and commenting on my poem. Now is a good time to get involved in a group which shares the same interests as you, dear. That way you will make new friends (and keep the old and dear friends too) and perhaps have coffee and a catch up every week. Something to look forward to is so important as we visit the Winter years of life. Don't give up! 'Mr. Special' may just be on the way to find you, we never know what's around the next corner, dear Relic. Wishing you a very nice evening and a very pleasant and joyful weekend too. Thank you again...

[Relic]

You're welcome, Marie. And may I say I hope it's a Miss Special. I'm a guy. hahaha

[Marie]

Oh dear!!!! Dear R, I ask your kind forgiveness? I shall pray for a very Miss Special to join you on the road of life and for you both to walk together to the very end of the road! I am so v---e---r---y sorry! I wasn't thinking, but that's a very poor excuse, R. Wishing you a very lovely evening and an equally lovely weekend too. Enjoy!

[Relic]

hahahaha, no harm done Marie. Thanks. :)

[Marie]

Aaawwwww! Thank you and bless you, R. I am indebted to you for your forgiveness 🙂

[Tom]

This is a heartfelt, moving poem, I guage the angst of the mother now senior in age yet her love for her children, grandchildren still so fresh and sincere, but will any reciprocate, afterall, a phone call is all it takes??

[Marie]

Hello Tom. Thank you for kindly taking the time to read and comment on my poem. You have interpreted my words so well. I am grateful. Thank you again, dear poet...

[Richard🖌]

Thanks, Marie 🙏

For sharing this thought-filled reminder of those who've grown old and lonely, so casually set aside in our lives. Just a little note in the mail or an email to say howdy-do can be like a fresh-cut flower gifted from a loved one's hand.
You've brought to mind my mother and father, of how independent and self-sufficient they were determined to be … no doubt, setting the example for all us brothers and sisters, and I always looked up to and respected them for being this way.
One day my father died, leaving my mother alone, and you could almost see those inspiring tendencies vanish, quickly replaced by sorrow and a semblance of being lost and instantly lonely … I knew my mother would need plenty of understanding love, attention, and invites to family gatherings and endless invites to share her advice and wisdom … which she received until her death. We made certain she never knew a moment of loneliness; except, in her moments missing Dad, of course.
No mother should ever feel uncertain about picking up the phone to call her younguns, with a sure smile and happy heart that they'll be welcomed.
Your poetry is always written so well, flows easily, and rhymes spot-on it's easy to become an irristedly addicted fan. : )

"Lonely hours to while away,
she begins to plan what she will say,
but changes her mind as she’s done before.
Nobody visits to knock on her door."

Brought a gently heart-swooning tear.
This time, I hope you'll stay with us for good! ⁓ Richard🖌

[Marie]

Thank you for taking time out to read and comment, Richard. Thank you for sharing about the result of your beloved Dad's passing, its effects on your Mam and how their wonderful children rallied around to make sure she was never lonely, apart from the times when missing her husband came to visit her, bless her. Thank you for your kindness, Richard. Yes, hope to stay on this lovely group!
Wishing you a very lovely weekend to enjoy...

[Richard🖌]

I am so glad you want to stay, Marie : )
I was sad when you left.

Yes, so many (too many) parents find themselves abandoned and lonely … bless your compassionate heart for penning this one. 💖

[Marie]

Thank you and bless you, Richard. I am sorry to have caused you sadness, please forgive me! Thank you again...

[AYVID N]

This is such a touching poem, dear Marie. You captured the situation perfectly and beautifully. A mother's love is so unconditional and this poem is a true reflection of that.

I'd like to share, that I live next door to my mum and sometimes I do get too tired to see her for a couple of days but I always do pop in on weekends and help her with all she needs. My brother lives overseas but he calls her every single day. I always feel grateful she's here on earth with us. A mother is the greatest blessing one can ever hope to have.

Thank you for such a beautiful poem.

[Marie]

Thank you dear Divya for your beautiful response to my poem. Thank you for sharing about your beloved Mum and I am so happy both of her wonderful children return the love she bestows upon them. Not all parents are so lucky, sadly. God bless you and your treasured Mum and brother, dear Divya. Thank you so very much again for reading and as always, for the time you take to read and comment. I am most grateful and appreciative, dear Divya...

[AYVID N]

You're most welcome, dear friend Marie. Stay blessed and have a great weekend. Stay safe and keep smiling.
🙋‍♀️💕