by Lenee Daniels

Created on: November 14, 2009

Here I sit alone again looking at what they left

Turkey, dressing, bread and pie, "all for you mom" they said

Something familiar tugs at me for again I feel bereft

Mirrors point out the old lady's face who's wrinkled lips I fed

"Eat and don't let the food waste mom"

"Take your pills, walk your dog and remember the scoop"

I want to say, "old age doesn't make you stupid,

But if you really care just call me, even to tell me to poop"

How many ways can I fix this food?

Turkey soup, pot pie, a sandwich paste?

Feeding just one hardly puts me in the mood

Yesterdays feast now has no taste

Bitter I may seem to some,

But look at my house most days

Why do they say, "don't be glum?"

Because no one ever comes and stays

Remaining food is not my concern

Life has past me by you see

The real leftover here today...

The person known as me

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