The Lady Down the Lane

An old felt hat adorned her head Her wicker basket on her arm A life alone, she'd never wed, A gentle soul, so full of charm. A tootle down the shop most days A warm "hello" she had for all, Her little dog there by her side Always at her beck and call. Then one day she disappeared As a child, I did not ask I thought mum had seen her though, I heard her say, "old Martha's passed."