Oma’s Weeping Heart

Where were you in my latter year’s

Do you even know about all the tears

When I needed you most, you were not there

A good Oma I was, who whole-heartedly did care.

Never having favorites, always being fair.

Loving the grandchildren but a visit has become rare.

When I ask to see you my sons, you claim to be busy

Your lack of empathy and compassion is making me dizzy.

Even the phone calls have been few and far between.

This is not how Dad and I raised you, so why be so mean?

Even on my death bed, the grandchildren do not show

Is this the way to treat Oma, who each of your hearts does know.

When in heaven I will ask God to forgive you

As his commandment, ‘Honor thy mother and father’ you failed to do.

Now when you look at your refection, you will see me

And remember how self-centered and insensitive you came to be.

Being your mother and Oma, you know I will never be far apart

But do understand the sorrows and loneliness  of Omas weeping heart.

* While sitting at Mom’s bedside in the Hospice, her heart did speak.*