Waiting now, but still glad to comfort

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 08 Jul 2025
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“Come, sit on my lap’,” said the old lady,
her legs now fragile and thin,
her mind back in youth and the enjoyment
to a tired child she could bring.
    “I’m waiting, waiting, won’t be long -
    you are waiting too, aren’t you?”
    Soon, He’ll come to take us on
    to the place where He has gone.

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Submitted by Nolan on

I'd rather hang on for a while if you don't mind? & Nolan

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

! this lady is 105. When she was much younger, she was a bit harsh in not wanting to live long and be dependant. Her late years have done her good, and she is much more at peace and faith, and gentle, and before she got too old, seemed to have a time when she came to terms with a difficult childhood and marriaage. 

It is not easy to understand her, but these two comments/ideas seemed to come over very clearly! I felt as though one minute she thought of me as as old as her, and the next as a young child she could comfort! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I  think I'd be like the lady in your poem. Remembering younger days is a special gift when you're old, something nobody can take away.

A realistic poem of acceptance that I think I would relate to in later life.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. The photograph was taken about 9 months ago. I know it's not clear, but her legs are even thinner and more frail now, I think she had fragile bones even when young. So the warm invitation to sit on her lap, was very poignant. I think she would have had multiplte fractures if I had!

But the warmth of invitation was there and appreciated, though she may have forgotten my age and size! Rhiannon