I am just an old grandma,
Sitting in my rocking chair,
Wondering if anyone,
Even cares that I’m there.

The phone is on the table,
Just inside the door,
I should have it disconnected,
It doesn’t ring anymore.

It’s not that it doesn’t work,
The bill is paid when due,
It just sits silent in the hall,
While I wait to hear from you.

I try to call you twice a week,
To let you know I am ok,
But the answering machine,
Tells me you’re away.

I thought you would return my call,
Whenever you got home,
I guess you are just too busy,
Now you’re not alone.

I would love to hear your voice,
It would make me happy to hear you speak,
If you could find the time,
To call just once a week.

I thank the

Lord you have someone,
To spend their time with you,
I guess I’m being selfish to wish,
That sometimes I could be included too.

When you reach my age,
And wait by the phone,
I hope someone will call you,
So you won’t feel so alone.

I’ll be sitting here,
In this old rocking chair,
And if you ever want or need me,
I will always be there.

Gayle Davis
7/11/01©
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