Hillhaven

by Lucy M. Young

Alone and ignored she sits in her wheelchair
The chaotic life of the nursing home flowing around her
No one to talk to, no one to care
What is she thinking?
Idly her hands pluck at her dress
Her eyes gaze into space
What memories or dreams lie behind that gaze?
Snowy head bent, she dreams the hours away
Are her memories happy?
Does she have a family somewhere?
Or is she really alone?
Bless her, Lord, and let her know
That you are always near for her
And she need never be alone again.