The Lady Down the Lane

Grandma Bown was her name
She's my lady down the lane
She actually live next door you see
For a very long time, she lived next to me.

I have many memories with her and Grandpa Bown 
She always lifted me up when I was feeling down
I remember planting flowers, and tending to their lawn
and I really missed them a lot after they moved on.

I miss the days of helping Grandma cook, 
And reading to Grandpa from my favorite book
They've been gone for 30 years now, you see
 But I still carry the memories of the Bown's with me.

Mary Taylor
3/29/2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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