Looking out the window,
The lady, a widow,
Saw the coming of the lone bus.
Her heart filled with happiness,
She awaited her only son,
Who was far away & wrote letters none.
But the bus rode on
And it was long gone.
With tears her eyes filled
Into the house she went.
This was how she spent
Her time,
Longing for her son, waiting for him,
Hoping & praying to see him ere she died.
For many years she had cried
For want of a baby,
To be a mother & not just a lady.
When blessed she was with a son
With all her love & care did she nurture
Only to send him away for a bright future.
He went, never to return
And left her to long and yearn.
But on a day fine and bright,
She got a note, from her son allright,
Saying he would return
With family & all the money he earned.
She rejoiced all night and day,
But the morn that dawned was dull and grey.
Her thoughts with her son
She saw not the group that had come
Bringing to her, her only son
Who was not alive but dead & gone.
Shattered was her world
Gone was the reason to live
She wanted to cry
But the eyes were dry.
She could not live, she could not think,
Her world was lost in an eye’s blink.
She wanted to perish, she wanted to die,
But that’s when she heard an infant cry.
Her son, his wife who were gone
Had left behind their tiny fawn.
In a moment, her eyes flooded,
She held the baby, kissed & cuddled.
The infant was but a few a months old,
It brought the sunshine in her world so cold.
He who took away, back did he give
you will be my reason to live.’

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