LONELY PLACE:

She was a lonely tot, spending most of the time on her own,

Wandering around the garden of her very big & empty home,

Mother & father always working, trying hard to keep the pace,

But she knew nothing of the adult´s world of money & rat-race,

All she wanted was a cuddle, a story & an endearing little word,

So to never feel lonely again, she made friends with beast & bird.

She was a lonely child, sent off to far away, strict boarding school,

Wandering around the playground where children are very cruel,

Teachers couldn’t fault her, so deep & far away in her friendly books,

Ignoring cruel barbing words, the spitting & those nasty spiteful looks,

All she wanted was a little pal, someone to play & take away the pain,

So she made friends with the laugh, never to feel that loneliness again.

She was a lonely wife & mother, staying daily at home all on her own,

Wandering around her house, hoping her working man would phone,

The babes arrived one by one & for the first time, took loneliness away,

But they thrived & grew into lives of their own, they flew & didn’t stay,

All she wanted was a kiss, a friendly word & the occasional tender touch,

So she made friends with her impossible dreams & didn’t need very much.

Old age arrived with a vengeance & with it; the icy white winter came too,

Wandering around her empty lost widowhood, not knowing quite what to do,

Realizing that, as always, she was invisible, voiceless, sad, lonely, lost & grey,

People passed her by, not seeing her, not hearing her & going along their way,

All she wanted was a simple greeting, a “How do you do?” or just a “Hello”,

So she made friends with her sweet smile & thus her long day turned mellow.

 From birth her life had been & always was, a lonely place to live & to be,

Wandering around the ages & edges, always feeling sadly lost & all at sea,

Never being noticed, never seen nor heard & never ever quite fitting in,

Not really knowing why, nor ever knowing her awful guilt, nor terrible sin,

But making friends with the beasts, birds, the laugh, smile, the sun & rain,

She knew, when death came & held her hand, she´d never be lonely again.