A Party of One

Here I am, can’t you see?
I’m the one alone by the apple tree,
As you gather to dine at tables of eight,
There is no space, for I have no mate.

For many years I traveled like you,
The man by my side made a party of two,
The times were filled with laughter and cheers
But when he passed on, the laughs turned to tears

I am the same person with a brain and a wit,
But a party of one does not socially fit,
So I stand by this tree hoping someone will see
That I have not changed, I am still me.

Peg Ryan was born and raised in Boston, MA, where she lived for 65 years, until she moved to Plymouth.

She is the mother of two sons. Her grandchildren live on Cape Cod.

Peg Ryan recently self-published her first book, Footprints Left Behind, currently available at available at pegryanauthor@gmail.com