Lark

Sheila E. Murphy

She was one of those take-charge people

Everyone in the neighborhood counted on

To know what was going on and inspired

Confidence for being a solid one.

 

At some point the matching pillar of the neighborhood

Got sick ignored his meds and stopped sleeping

Or making sense. One night she began to yell her lungs out

Swearing at this friend she had liked for years.

 

All within hearing distance stayed inside and spoke in quiet tones

Couples asking one another what could possibly etc.

We thought they were friends soon he was lifted off to hospital

And she remained the one to ask if anybody wondered

 

And many did. What had happened where was he what about

The daughter what was she going to do. And then he died.

The neighbor took on the job of telling everyone for several weeks.

Saying he was a nice guy always responsible and loved the neighborhood.