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.

Margaret lived across the road from my aged parents and popped in every so often if no one visited.