Molly
Let me tell you a story about Molly . . .
Molly lived down the street from our house since I was a child,
she was a very friendly and kind lady who befriended my mother;
oh, there were many days of tea in the backyard or in our kitchen,
she loved to talk and tell us stories of where she grew up- England.
She and her husband had one son but she told me she wanted a girl,
maybe that is why she took a liking to me and I liked her a lot too;
I spent lots of time in her home looking at albums and looking at stuff,
she always gave me cookies and milk and a kiss and hug.
Her husband died suddenly- looking up at the sky he fell dead,
of course, she was very sad after and her son was living out of town;
I went to visit her often and she would tell me how she met her husband,
she told all kinds of stories of their adventures together, it was love.
I never thought of Molly as being old but I guess she was elderly,
because not long after her husband died she was put in a nursing home;
the house was sold quickly and her things were given to charity,
I found that cruel- all those years of collecting, all those treasures gone.
Well, I heard recently that Molly had died in the nursing home,
a few years ago I visited her there but she did not know who I was;
I don't even know where she is buried so I can bring her flowers,
Molly loved flowers, I wonder if her son knew that . . .
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March 21, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/Molly
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1238-084-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
NA in the contest, The Lady Down the Lane, Judged 4/11/2020
Submitted to the Premier contest, Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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