My Dear Mrs. Reed Poem by Gregory Corban Jr.

Mrs. Reed was a little old lady living down the road from my house. She took care of her fifty year old son who had a serious mental issue. She was really amazing, in fact until she turned eighty-two she would piggyback Johnny, her son, to the bathroom and back. When I was around five I would go down to her house almost everyday. She was very kind and helped my through troubles, even one very very hard time. As I grew older I stopped seeing her. Her son died about five years after I stopped talking with her often, she was still very healthy. But no more than three years after new came that she had a heartattack. The next day we were heading to see her at the hospital when the neighbors told us her stoy had ended no more than a few hours before.