As another week begins once again,
I wonder if this forced solitude.
Will leave my life and set me free.
No more in my life a family fued.
I never for once envisaged my life,
To be so all alone.
Only the shop cashiers to brighten my day.
No one to converse with on the phone.
Yet ! in all my solitude.
I have learned many aspect sof life.
Have gone down many avenues.
As my days are filled with strife.
The closeness of the beach,
My footprints in the sand.
I pour my heart and soul to myself,
There is no-one to hold my hand.
So with HOPE I begin yet another week,
Perhaps a letter or a phone call.
Perhaps my family will remember their mum.
Who is certainly not having a ball.
Yvonne Lewis 23/04/2018