The Poor Old Mother
The Poor Old Mother
She is an old helpless woman.....
She sits alone at the doorstep.....
Waiting for the unknown God.........
She sits beside the old broken
Wooden door with dry eyes staring at the far east
Dreaming of her past, beautiful and sweet days
Her kids played in the street before her sight
Her house filled with all the childish glee
She is alone now cause of her children's unkind and unloved nature
Now her children gone with their families leaving the poor mother for her fate
She's silent now, no one is there to talk with,
No one is there to take care of her
The dearest and sweetest mother's heart filled with grief in solitude
She'll forget every unkind word and unkind actions of her children
Because she is a poor old helpless mother.
