She Sat Alone – Poetry

They didn’t know she was beautiful.
Lines and wrinkles hid the freshness of youth.
They didn’t know she was strong.
Cane and chair became her companion.
They didn’t know she was witty and quick to laugh
Silence seemed to surround her.
They didn’t know the life she lived
The things she had done.
The things she could do.
They didn’t know she was loved.
She sat alone.
No one came.
They didn’t know.
They didn’t hear.
They didn’t see.
Judy Allen