Poem of Remembrance

Merla

Walking into the house

She is sitting in her chair

She always sits in

With an inviting smile,

Her hands busy shelling peas.

She is out in her garden

Working hard to make

A beautiful place

Or she is picking ripe

Grapes from her arbor.

She gave me a doll

That puts her hands together

And recites a prayer

A thankful prayer.

Because she was so nice.

Now, remembering her,

I send up a thankful prayer

For loving neighbors now gone

And a prayer asking that I, too,

Can be a neighbor like her.

Prompt:  Write your own poem of remembrance for someone you know or knew, living or deceased.