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Note on the Door ~
I stopped to knock upon her door
And found the words she wrote,
The lonely words were scrawled
Across the saddest little note.
"Please come in, it's lonely here,
So lonely since you've gone..."
The words were written childishly,
Though she was ninety-one…
That little piece of paper
Taped upon her door,
Reminded me implicitly
What we are all here for…
So every day, I go and knock
And stay with her awhile,
I sit a spell and listen well,
And relish her sweet smile.
Who she had in mind that day,
I'll never really know
But I feel blessed, just to come
And watch our friendship grow…
Sharon Frye
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2003 used with permission
Heroes of the Heart
This poem was inspired by the following story. I feel it
holds a sad reflection of how elderly people become isolated
from the rest of the world. We will all one day walk
in the same shoes for one day we will grow old and can only hope
that there are people in our circle like Sharon that will share
our day.
Yesterday, while on my mail route I went to deliver a package
to a little lady's house. When I reached the door to knock
she had taped a little note there. It read, "Please
come on in it is so lonesome since everyone has quit coming..."
Sharon
has a wonderful new friend and has reached out to include all of
us in this special meeting teaching us to stop and listen.
Life teaches us many things.
 
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