REST HOME

No one came today.

Or yesterday.

Or last week.

Maybe they come today.

So she reads awhile.

Reads some poetry. 

Thinks of her home and a garden of roses.

How she loved them so.

The roses red as blood.

Sharp thorns to watch out.

And the family all about.

She loved them so many years.

Roses and family.

Oh how they go together.

Now she must rest.

They told her so.

At first just hinting of it.

Then the day of moving in. 

She remembers that day.

The moving in.

Pictures and mementos of everything.

Sharing them as they were carried in.

Look at this one they say.

Grandpa and you on your wedding day.

And this one of the grandkids stays.

Oh what good times they had.

Now she must rest.

They told her so.

It is only for the best.

And we promise to visit often.