She lived at the end of the lane
Day after day, on her back porch
She sat, mourning, in pain
Then in moved a man and his lady
Great with child, or children was she
Masses of morning glories they planted
Taking over the fence rows with glee
For a year the backyard was quiet
Except for the bark of a beast
Until a large fence was erected
Good fences, good neighbors, you see
Then out came the girl with her babies
Three little tow-headed bairns
They danced and they rolled and they giggled
The old lady was entranced with them
One day the young girl hung out laundry
Three loads, how industrious was she?
With no warning, the clothesline, it crashed down!
The old lady laughed until she cried, yes indeed!
Everyday she awaited the small show
The antics of young lovers and babes
Weeds to gardens and such stuff
She even chased off berry thieves!
She shared her newspapers and apples
Her old man was kind and sincere
Sharing lollipops gave her great pleasure
Warm hearts, kind friends, near and dear
The old lady soon met her maker
They buried her across the street
Her husband followed her shortly
Laid next to his wife, touchingly sweet
He had lived in that house his whole life
Except for a spell in the war
Blessings and kindness and caring
The best neighbors a young couple could ask for
4 comments:
My dearest,
This is such a wonderful poem!! It bring back a flood of wonderful memories. I wanted so much to move to the country that I failed to take as much pleasure as I should have. They were such a blessing to us. I hope that they realized how much we loved and appreciated them.
Thank you so much for posting this!
Your hubby
Amy
How beautiful a poem. They were very sweet. A precious couple and a heart touching tribute to them!!!!
Beautiful Amy! =] I I love hearing your stories if them. =]
What talent! I could never make poem that beautiful! I vaguely remember her that old lady. :)
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