Elderly · Poetry · Social issues

Cut Purse #elderabuse #poetry


sunny smile as they wheel her

away from sterile and white

another day she has borrowed

the meaning of life


the weeks she has counted

four weeks on one hand

the letters unwritten

envelopes left unstamped


back to her home now

to a box full of cards

people known just by name

soldiers distant and far


the cards they are missing

the stamps locked away

her children in the background

in agreement on this day


no more to write letters

 a costly enterprise

we will save so much money

her purse never a large prize


 her tears fall on parchment

not the old paper kind

her hands left to wither

as well as her mind


Repentant Magdalene - De La Tour 1640 oil


This poem is based on a letter I read of an infirmed woman who delighted in writing letters to soldiers far from home or in hospital. Her children decided that her way of spending her days was too pricey so they took away her stamps and writing materials.

Art: “Repentant Magdalen” Georges De la Tour


I am inspired by my friend Charles Martin and a poem he just about widows.

Love · Poetry

She must have really loved him

She must have really loved him

She waited patiently

Year after year

Read letters and cards

Still no one near

She hoped and prayed

For him to be safe

For him to come home

For time to pass

not wanting to be alone

What was it she saw

What was it she feared

Was it being at war

Or just not being near

She loved him the day

He got off the boat

Threw up her arms

threw away her tears

now for what she had hoped