As she sat at the window deep in thought,
reflecting on the old days of yonder.
Thinking of those, to this world she had brought,
happy and sad continued to ponder.
Her friends were the wild birds she always fed,
they replaced the children's smiles and chatter.
Birds needs were her joy she has often said,
so few were her days of love and laughter.
Sad with her losses, the future she dreads,
days empty no-one to see or to hear.
If only her kids would show attention
she wishes so much for them to appear.
Her pain would ease by love and attention,
shown from a heart with selfless affection.
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