The nursing home was abuzz.
The old folks were having visitors.
Laughter and joy filled the home.
Today was Valentine’s Day!
But not everyone is lucky.
She sat looking out the window.
It didn’t help to be sad; or cry.
Looking stoic was less painful.
She wished this day to end.
For days like this were torture.
People being kind, yet cruel.
“You poor dear, all alone.”
She dreamed of that young girl.
Strong, fearless and full of life.
In her place sat this tired, old lady.
Waiting to skip and run freely again.
By C.E. Pereira
(15-2-2023)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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HoneyGwhiz 
Very poignant and the elderly have the added loneliness of losing their old friends, perhaps being the last one left.
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Yes, The aged facing loneliness is just one of life’s encounters most of us will have to face one day.
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Like a trapped young girl inside the body of an elderly…
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So true. Our bodies gets old but our spirit remains young.🌻
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