End of Life Lonliness

End of Life Loneliness She lies alone in the nursing home Her wheelchair stands by the door. Just ten square feet to call her own She had her clothes, but not much more. I walked the silent hall that night When a weeping sifted out like sand, I hurried hastily to her plight I sat by her and held her hand. Marie, was trying hard to sit Her arm and leg were hanging dead The dreary room was dimly lit I moved and sat upon her bed. I placed my arm around her I moved her gently to her chair She held my hand so tenderly, Which lit my heart, for I was there. She expressed her great, ” loneliness” There was no one to she could call “but just your touch is heavenliness .” She had,” never” felt wanted at all. So, do we wander by the man, lain helpless in the road? Or do we take the time, to help him with his load? Are we too important to help those on their way? We never know if this might be our very ,last, day. IlaMae Stucki – 3/18/2010 <!--{12689397746752}-