At dawn she puts the kettle on to heat
Then feeds the cats around her feet,
She places her tea set on a worn tray
And routinely readies for another day.

Gingerly she lays the tray by her chair
And prepares tea while waiting there,
Lingering shadows play over the room,
She waits for morning sun coming soon.

She sits by the window in sunshine
Sewing to while away the daytime,
In solitude dreaming of yesteryear
And the children she raised here.

Tonight she'll reread one of many books
Cradled by her chair in the little nook
While the mantle clock chimes away time
She will carefully read every worn line.

Time has passed the lonely old lady by,
Many an hour she's had a long cry,
Her husband has long since passed on,
All the children are grown and gone.

She waits for her children to phone, but they won't.
She waits for someone to come by, but they don't.
She waits for a letter from some kin or friend
But the postman passes her by again.

In solitude each day she sits and waits,
Hoping someone will enter her gate,
Just anyone to visit with or see
And perhaps have a cup of tea.