At the table
Left, forgotten
Lays the breakfast
Now going rotten.

Made of love
For all who shared.
But left alone
Because no one cared.

At the table
She watched them leave.
One by one, excuses, excuses.
Breaking down, lungs heaving.

Tears slowly falling
As she got up
To clear away the dishes.
Every untouched plate and cup.

A nice deed
Went unnoticed
Because they were too busy
To even come to breakfast.