I went out alone tonight to run from these walls.
When I returned, I saw a lady sitting out front on the bench. I have spoken to her before. I remember that she made me laugh with her witty words.
Tonight was not one of those nights. She was feeling alone and sad. My heart broke for her as she explained that her children don’t visit often.
I hurt along with her as I wish I saw my children more. It is,an ache that comes from deep in my soul.
I was the first to learn I was expecting. I carried them in my womb for nine months. I was in love with them at first sight.
Now, I am older, and the nest has been empty for years, but my love for my kids has never faltered.
She and I looked at each other and spoke through our eyes and hearts. I told her the same thing I tell myself, tomorrow is a new day. I stood up and told her to try to enjoy her evening and as I unlocked my door, my cheeks were wet.
Written by my feelings,