The Lady Down the Lane
Approximately twenty years ago
I met the lady down the lane. I’d see
her once a month, and well I got to know
this lady whom my church assigned to me.
Each woman’s duty in my church it was
to visit other sisters – just a few-
to make sure they were doing fine because
it was a helpful Christian thing to do.
“My lady” was the term I liked to use
referring to this woman twenty years
my senior. In my visits, we’d amuse
ourselves with tales of children and careers.
She’d had a lot of kids and they were spread
from California to the great midwest.
For more than fifty years she had been wed,
and now with many grandkids she was blessed.
A journalist she’d been – so sharp; so kind!
Things changed. She disappeared from down the lane.
Five years ago, dementia stole her mind.
“My lady’s” tales I’d never hear again.
Dedicated to my friend, Sister Marcella Walker. May she rest in peace.
March 23, 2020
for "The Lady Down the Lane" Contest of Craig Cornish
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