The Lonely Woman

To others she may be a sister, a mom or a daughter,
But to her she is only a lonely woman.
There are people all around her vying for her time,
And too many things to do.
 

Never is there time for just her,
To lay in a hot bath with no worries of what needs to be done...
To dream the day away about that knight in shining armor...
To fantasize about love and the making thereof.
 

Always something to do,
Bills to pay, check books to balance if there's any to balance,
Children to feed and a house to clean,
and that ever growing pile of laundry
that needs doing.

This is the endless saga of a one parent home.
Love is ever there for her children...
all to them and none to her.
Devoted to their future and their happiness
Striving each day to make ends meet.

She needs someone to take her away for
just a few hours,
To lay her down on a bed of flowers,
And love her the whole night through,
asking nothing
But givin to fulfill her needs.

The need to laugh again,
Those flirtatious moments that now
come so rarely into her life,
She can remember the times when many
called her name
Willing to vow love and devotion forever.

Just a moment is all that is needed
to get her through

Just a release of the bonds
of responsibility

Just a moment to let the
world watch and not govern

Just a moment of freedom...
and then she will resume her life.
 

by D.H.