Days Past

An elderly woman waiting for her children to call her and thinking back to days past.

I sit at home day after day,
no one to talk to but everything to say.
I raised up my children, healthy and strong.
I taught them the difference between right and wrong.
I showed them the way to live their life,
Happy and healthy without much strife.
I played with them, when not one friend could be found,
and even when all of their friends were around.
I loved them with every ounce of my soul,
My children are truly what makes my life whole.
Now they are gone with their own families,
All I ask from them now is a phone call please.
"Yea mom I will as soon as I can."
And another week passes without hearing from them.
Maybe, I think, I'll give them a call,
maybe they're sick or were hurt in a fall.
Something has happened this has to be true,
they would never intentionally make me blue.
I stop myself though because I don't want to butt in.
After all it is their life not mine they live in.
So I think of days past and the happiness then.
And finally fall asleep with the phone and a grin.