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 © | Year Posted 2015

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Simpson Avatar
February 26, 2016 at 11:52 PM
Simply Splendid!
Woods    Avatar
February 27, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Thank you Carlene!! I'm not sure how you found this one but you have brightened my day. : )
Tor Avatar
September 1, 2015 at 10:35 PM
Nice write. Like I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face. Very creative thought and description. Exceptional line. Nice job Mark.
Woods    Avatar
September 2, 2015 at 2:34 AM
Cheers Michael. She really is a dear old thing, and I try and brighten up her day when I can.
Godwin Avatar
August 30, 2015 at 6:51 PM
A beautiful write ... CayCay
Woods    Avatar
August 30, 2015 at 7:05 PM
Thank you CayCay. A super sad story yet one the most incredible love stories I've ever encountered.
Allison Avatar
August 30, 2015 at 5:14 PM
Sadly I can relate to many aspects of this poem - simply heartbreaking imagery - good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx
Allison Avatar
August 30, 2015 at 5:27 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
Woods    Avatar
August 30, 2015 at 5:19 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.
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