Friday, July 8, 2011

FRIDAY AND THIS IS COFFEE ON WEDNESDAY



COFFEE ON WEDNESDAY

I had coffee on Wednesday
With a friend I know so well,
We took some time to sit and chat
To listen and to tell.
A lady came in to the coffee shop
On the arm of a younger man,
I saw him help her find her way,
To do the best she can.

He left her at a table
While he ordered their meal,
I sensed in her a panic –
A confusion very real.
I smiled at this lady
And was saddened by what I saw,
She struggled to know how to respond
And I am sure she knew before.

I looked into her blank and misty eyes
And my own eyes filled with tears,
Where has she gone – this lady
Who has travelled many years?
Where is the vibrant young wife
And the mother who showed such care?
Left in her place is a mind confused
And a face which mirrors despair.

I watched as she struggled to eat her lunch,
And thought back to the days
When those hands had guided the man
And kept him from troubled ways.
I felt certain the man was her son
As he held her arm with pride
When he held her coffee cup in his
I quietly turned aside.

When they left he helped her stand
And let her lean upon his arm,
They walked away so slowly
I knew he would keep her from harm.
I felt in my heart his sadness
For the Mother he loved and knew,
Now she does not even know
The love that he has is true.

He will never know how moved I was,
That I noticed his gentle care
But I know and it somehow changed me
That time I saw them there.
Perhaps there will be a glimmer
Of memory for her one day
I hope she knows he loves her
In a kind and gentle way.

© Linda J. Vaughan


4 comments:

ladychiara said...

How bittersweet yet lovely Linda. Hugs xx

Tiili said...

It is a cruel thing, I am very thanful for my memories while they are still with me

Linda J. said...

Thank you Helen - it is bitter sweet indeed.

Love and hugs,
Linda.

Linda J. said...

Cruel is right and I give thanks each day that I am not in its grip - cryptic crossword puzzles are supposed to keep my mind sharp.

Thank you Lynne.