The Lady Down the Lane

When I moved to the Hills many years ago I did not drive so to travel anywhere was slow A woman passed by my window every day She waved to me as she went on her merry way She recognised me in Church one day and approached me to talk She asked me if she could drive me home as it was a long way to walk I accepted her kind offer of a lift with pleasure The start of a friendship I will always treasure We were friends for several years then she sadly died I valued this caring person with whom I had laughed and cried I miss her very much, but she did not die in vain I will always remember my dear friend Fay as the Lady down the lane