Sarah and John

 Disclaimer: Obviously I am not an actual angel. However, I feel like God speaks to my heart and I would love to share it with you. Please enjoy.

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Mothers Day and Fathers Day are coming up soon. If you still have your parents, do you spend time with them? 

So many parents sort of go by the wayside. We get busy and forget just how important they are. Be sure to take the time to show them you love them. You will never be sorry. Only when they are gone will you truly realize what they meant to you and how much more you could have done for and with them. Don't wait until it is too late.

I am sharing one of my poems with you today. It was inspired by my grandmother. The last few months of her life she was in a care home. She had a lot of company every day, but she was sad about all the old people who never had a visitor. 

I hope you enjoy this poem.

Think about it.

Sarah And John

The temperature outside was seventeen below.

Old Sarah sat in her big chair and rocked it to and fro.

 

She wrestled to her feet, went through the parlor door,

And struggled up the monstrous stairway to the second floor.

 

She stopped to catch her breath, that frail shivering form.

The cold just went right through her, she was never really warm.

 

She shuffled down the hall, flipped on the bedroom light,

Looked at the picture on the wall, and blew a kiss, ”Goodnight”.

 

“Dear John, oh how I miss you. I wish that I was there.”

She changed into her gown and pulled the hair pins from her hair.

 

“Perhaps it will be tonight”, she thought, and tried her best to die.

But the only thing that she could do was close her eyes and cry.

 

She couldn’t sleep well anymore, she tossed and turned all night.

And when the sun began to rise, she saw the day’s first light.

 

She’d gotten so forgetful, she’d leave the burners on.

When she reached for her glasses, she’d wonder where they’d gone.

 

She couldn’t cook, so she’d just have toast and jelly and milk.

She looked at her flannel nightgown, and remembered when she’d worn silk.

 

She watched all day for visitors, but none would ever call,

So, she sat in her old rocking chair, and watched the snowflakes fall.

 

Joe went to the office, while Donna cleaned and baked.

“No time for Mom today”, she thought, while Mom just rocked and ached.

 

And then one night it happened, while Sarah lay in bed.

God just smiled and kissed her. “Come home, my child”, He said.-

 

And when, at last, they found her, it came as quite a shock.

“How could she die, and us not know? She just lived down the block?”

 

“She was too young to die”, they said. “She was only eighty four.

We thought for sure that she would live, at least for ten years more.”

 

So, they donned sad faces, and gravely said, “We can’t believe she’s gone.”

And, while they cried their selfish tears, she walked and laughed with John.

 

Janice Austin Bates