We do reap What we sew So Silence and Isolation beget Silence and Isolation As Scrooge discovered But When Silence and Isolation live side-by-side with Compassion with Introspection When Silence and Isolation are born not of Disdain not of Prejudice When Silence and Isolation arise from Fear from Doubt Then Is it truly Miserly? When the greed is not for More but for Less Then What is truly Sown? What is truly Reaped? I see her so clearly this morning. I see her sitting. Silent. Alone in her chair. Her life reduced to so few things. To so few people. Chair. Television. Water mug. Me. And I write, On these cold mornings, I miss her most. But That is Un True There is no Most There is only Always Always Always Always.