(A True Story)
I stopped at a local rest home
to visit a an ailing friend,
when an elderly lady waved at me
from her door near the hallway’s end.
She was happy when I walked over.
There was something she wanted to say.
She smiled and said from her wheelchair,
“My boy will come visit today.”
It’s been a while since I’ve seen him,
He’s always quite busy you know…
He doesn’t live too far from here,
I love him and miss him so.
He was always such a good boy.
And the only child we had.
He was only 10 years old
When I lost my husband…his dad.
He married soon after college.
And got a great job with good pay
He calls me at times on the telephone,
But I know he’ll come visit today.
It’s lonely here in the rest home.
How I long for my son to come by.
I know my health is failing,
But he’ll visit before I must die.”
I leaned over, gave her a hug
and brushed her tears away.
She said, “ I don’t know why ‘I’m crying…
My boy will come visit today.”
