POEM

CALL ME

When others forget your name,

When you have no fame,

Call me

When people you knew see through you

When they discard you like an old shoe,

Call me

When your eyes grow dim,

And the only song in your heart is a hymn,

Call me

When you wobble while you walk,

When you tremble when you talk,

Call me

When you are fragile and weak,

When your brain only keeps asking why you still tick,

Call me

AND I’LL BE THERE

What a woman’s role is often taken for granted and her needs neglected