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My Neighbour

She’s lonely, the old lady just over the fence
Ninth decade approaching, alone and living past tense

Sometimes I see her and acknowledge good day
Put time to one side, not running away.

A love story she tells me, I’ve heard it before
The man that she married and simply adored.

His battle with cancer, he’s now spread on my land
How her family all left her, once they had cash in their hand.

I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face
Only I know the reason, why she’s attached to this place.


31/8/2015
*The spelling of neighbour/neighbor is different between countries.

Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2015

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Carlene Simpson Date: 2/26/2016 11:52:00 PM Simply Splendid! Login to Reply Mark Woods Date: 2/27/2016 4:54:00 PM Thank you Carlene!! I'm not sure how you found this one but you have brightened my day. : )

Michael Tor Date: 9/1/2015 10:35:00 PM Nice write. Like I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face. Very creative thought and description. Exceptional line. Nice job Mark. Login to Reply Mark Woods Date: 9/2/2015 2:34:00 AM Cheers Michael. She really is a dear old thing, and I try and brighten up her day when I can.

CayCay Jennings Date: 8/30/2015 6:51:00 PM A beautiful write ... CayCay Login to Reply Mark Woods Date: 8/30/2015 7:05:00 PM Thank you CayCay. A super sad story yet one the most incredible love stories I've ever encountered.

Jan Allison Date: 8/30/2015 5:14:00 PM Sadly I can relate to many aspects of this poem - simply heartbreaking imagery - good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx Login to Reply Jan Allison Date: 8/30/2015 5:27:00 PM Oh Mark it is so so sad that it is a true story - I can relate to so much of it myself:-( hugs jan xx Mark Woods Date: 8/30/2015 5:19:00 PM Cheers Jan. I wish it was a made up story. Her husband's ashes are spread on the native forest covered block of my farm, which she can see from her house.