SHE MAYBE ALONE

SHE MAY BE ALONE

(I wrote this about an elderly widow (Edna) who lived down the street. Her attitude was such an inspiration.)

^^

She sits by the window

And stares at the street

Saying hello

To all those she sees.

^

Her hair is now silver;

Her walk has turned slow.

She's no longer alert,

But no one would know.

^

She's alone in her world

Where she spends many hours.

She talks to her kitten

And all of her flowers.

^

She has many plants

That sit on her shelf.

She doesn't feel lonely

All by herself.

^

Often the neighbors

Will take time to stop,

Ad share some tea

Brewed in her old brown teapot.

^

The stories she tells

To the boys and the girls,

Bring them ever so close

To her little world.

^

So, when you pass by

Just wave and she'll smile,

For she makes our lives nicer

Even for a short while.