The Old Lady Next Door

She was a tough old lady with a permanently etched scow Yep, with old misses Sadie you did not want to run a foul Sitting out in her chair watching everyone who went by Just the way she would stare with that one crooked eye She never seemed to smile or even say a word And lived next door for a while from what I have heard There she was nearly every day watching every move we made The one thing that I would say is that she made me very afraid In playing with my ball it went bouncing over her fence Banging against her wall my fear suddenly became immense She stood up quickly in looking down right at my ball Then she looked at me and I was only three feet tall Then she gestured my way saying here it is right over here She said it's okay you can come and get your ball my dear So I opened up the gate as she pointed where it went I never forget that date and what "I'm sorry" had meant For in each day after she would always say hi Even sharing some laughter or at least I would try But had I known or even had a little clue To what one is prone you should try something new Vincent Flannery 11-29-13