Who Is Your Neighbor
My neighbor, right next door, is an odd lady,
she is very old, sweet but seems quite lonely.
I am often invited for tea and stale cookies,
who is this neighbor that tells me rambling stories.
As I sit, sipping tea from a tiny cup and listen,
unsure if her adventures are true or just fiction.
There are times I admit, when I hear her door,
that I run, leap and gallop to mine, I just soar.
I close the door and pray there will be no knock,
once when I looked, she had left me a wilted hollyhock.
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September 1, 2015
Couplet
For the contest, Who Is Your Neighbour, sponsor, Mystic Rose
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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