My son, my son. Where are you?

"My son, my son have you seen my son?"
It is the same words she would repeat again and again
Though her funny actions may bring a lot of fun
Yet i feel her sadness and her never ending pain

Seen smiling all the time
Annoyed some people for keep bringing up the same question
Poor old lady just sitting around waiting for her time
Begging for nothing more than a son's affection

I remain standing and listening to her stories
For besides all that, i can't figure out what to do?
She is lonely , forsaken and filled with disease
How else am i going to help her? but to visit her out of the blue

Abandoned in an old folks home
Son pays for her stay monthly but never to be seen
I believe he wishes for his mom to live like a queen on a throne
Least expected that all that she ever wanted is to be with him

My son, my son is that you?
Were the last words i hear from her
She grabbed my hand and said " Son , i love you"
My soul was moved as i secretly shed a tear

- there was a point in my life, that i had to visit Grandma in the Home for she was diagnosed with a weird disease caused by diabetes and she cannot move her body, need to have her urine circulated through a plastic container and receive blood tranfusion from time to time .

At that time we wanted to bring her home, but none of us have the medical expertise to look after her and she needed to be injected several times a day and if any of us jab it down her vein wrongly it might cost us her life . As much as our self conciousness disagree , we put her in the home for a few months because there are nurses over there who could provide 24 hours medical attention.

Eventhough it was also in her opinion that we send her to the home, but i feel guilty deep inside and i believe my family members feel the same way too. All of us cannot wait to bring her back home especially myself and true enough after a few months we brought her back home when she is able to stand up and feeling less pain. It was during my visits to the home that i have met several old ladies and paid attention to their stories.