Quietly, Quietly, she waits. Alone. No longer does laughter fill the air; No longer does door on hinges swing. Quietly, Quietly, she waits. Alone. No longer does she move with ease; No longer does laughter ring so free. Quietly, Quietly, she waits. Alone. No longer does the doorbell ring; No longer does the guest swing in. Quietly, Quietly, she waits. Alone. Brrring! shatters quietness; Brrring! fractures aloneness. Quietly, Quietly, she smiles. Connected. Hello? Oh, beloved voice; How are you? warms lonely heart. Quietly, Quietly she speaks; Quietly, quietly loves, lives.
This poem was inspired by a phone call I had this morning with my sweet, sweet mother, now 86, who lives 450 miles away. I asked, “How are you doing, Mom?” I heard a shocking reply. I didn’t realize how hard mandated seclusion is for the elderly, for my mom who never seemed elderly.
Please, please, please visit or call your parent or friend or neighbor today! Help “shatter the quietness and fragment the aloneness” for them.
“Pure religion and undefiled is this, To visit the fatherless and widow in their affliction…” James 1:27a
I plan on writing about the conversation tomorrow in my blog. See you then!