A cool, shaded porch in mid-summer's heat,
a window on the world and a view of the street.
A breeze stirs the chimes and rings out a song
a sound to remember the whole winter long.
Mrs. Morgenstern's house stands close to the road
and offers the chance for both young and old
to pause in their travels and ask how she's been
and to pass along stories and things that they've seen.
Old Mrs. Morgenstern is crippled and bent
and she can't get about to any extent.
Her house was the first and she's seen them all grow
and now they stop in and hope that she knows
that a minute or two, just to say "hi"
is "thanks" to a friend who always stood by.
Close neighbours are rare in this modern day.
Who will replace her when she's gone away? ©


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6 thoughts on “Mrs. Morgenstern’s House

  1. Welcome to FFfAW! We are happy you are here and hope you will keep coming back. I loved your poem. It was excellent and went with the photo prompt beautifully!


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