She was just an old lady
who lived next door.
I'd wave and smile
and give a nice hello
but nothing more.
Although she died
I see her still
in her backyard
feeding birds
and planting flowers
and I realize now
she deserved far more
than a wave, a smile
and a nice hello.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As usual from The Donal- a fine sentiment and a fine poem!