Old Lady Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

I was doing work for a little old Lady
A Lady well into her eighties
A quaint little house in the country
Surrounded by a beautiful boundary
One morning I went in the door
The old Lady sprawled out on the floor
She didn't look well as beside her I ran
Called an ambulance come as fast as you can
It arrived at the gate already to late
The little old Lady passed away
On her face a beautiful smile
As she whispered before she died
My lovely husband is waiting for me
In a new home up over the sea