Friday, 28 December 2012

Margaret

She sits there by the window,
Though not to snoop or pry,
But as a caring neighbour
Who keeps a watchful eye.

She notes when no-one visits
And pops in for a chat,
Aware of family problems,
She's e'er the diplomat.

Though down the road by six miles,
I still am not 'next door'
So it is reassuring that
On her I can implore.

My mother, she is aging,
Though independant still,
To keep her self-sufficiency,
The struggle is uphill.

But thanks to this good neighbour,
The gradient's less severe
And though it's been said often,
These thanks are most sincere.