There she sits all alone, wondering why...
Why is it when she communicates, her words bounce against the walls,
instead of going through listening ears. What did she do to receive such pain, what did she say?
It's been years but nobody's noticed. Not a call, or a letter...

The telephone rings and slowly she makes her way to it. 
"It's probably just another telemarketer", she breathed the words, disappointingly.
She picks up the phone, and uttered the all too familiar greeting.
A quivering voice uttered the words, "Mother? Is that you?", as the tears rolled down her cheeks,
"This is your daughter, Sue. I'm sorry for the pain I caused you, and for my selfishness.
If you will have me in your home for even a few short minutes..." 

As her heart leapt with joy and with words that could not be contained, the woman said,
"Come home soon, daughter, you were always welcome here".