Ancient Olga And Her Snoop Poem by Donal Mahoney

Our house has a garret
I never went up to until I retired.
Now I'm up there almost every day
unless I have to stay in bed
until another spell passes.

When I feel all right
I'm at the keyboard
in the garret writing
looking out the window
one eye on the neighbors.

They're all doing well
except for ancient Olga
who's on crutches now
and has a difficult time
getting to her Buick
especially when it snows.

She knows I'm usually
in the garret watching
and if she falls I'll call 911.
But on days when I'm in bed
with another spell, Olga
has to be extra careful.
She thanked me once
for being the only snoop.