Like a Motherless Child

As he wandered through Harris Teeter
Shopping alone as always
Sad words entered his mind
You’re like a motherless child
And alone in this world
Even though he’s an old man
That child thing and the aloneness
Rang a bit too realistically true
And he felt a little sad
Thinking about his situation
Parents dead, siblings estranged
Different paths, darkness and light
All alone in this world
Not a soul caring about
The motherless child
In a small sorrowful moment
He spied a Chocolate Easter Rabbit
With a half price sign over it
He bought it for himself
Though he’s more a giver
Than a receiver
It felt quite nice
For a motherless child
To have the comfort
The gift of a
Chocolate Easter Rabbit
And have his senses
Restored again.

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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