A neighbour asked if I would go,
With her to see a friend,
And I agreed and so,
To an old folks home we went.
I opened up the door, and as,
I slowly stepped inside,
A lady took me by the arm,
And, she began to cry,
"Why did you leave me here?" she asked,
"And what have I done wrong?
I promise I'll be very good,
If you'll just take me home,
I've tried hard to be patient,
But, I've been so lonely dear,
But I won't be lonesome anymore,
Now that you are here."
She raised her hand to brush away,
A softly falling tear,
My heart was breaking,
And I bent to kiss her snow white hair.
How could I tell this darling soul,
That I must leave her here,
That I am not her family,
T'was more than I could bear.
I dried her tears, and hugged her close,
And promised that each day,
I would spend some time with her,
I'd be there, come what may.
She smiled at me, and said, "My dear,
I'll wait here by the door,
And when you come tomorrow,
I'll be waiting like before."
But, when I went to visit,
I did not find her there,
And when I asked about her,
They said, "She is not here.
She went home with her family,
Last night in her sleep,
Where they are all in Heaven,
And with them, no more she'll weep,
She's gone to be with Jesus,
And no more she'll be alone."
I know that she is happy now,
For she is finally home.
Jeannette E. Smith
December 02, 2003
