Moving On Poem by Donal Mahoney

Mrs. O’Toole is raking leaves
at 93 with vigor as strong
as Tim has seen for decades.

He crosses the street and asks
his neighbor how she's doing.
Not good, says Mrs. O'Toole.

Her doctor has told her
she doesn’t have much time.
She has a blood problem

with a long name and no cure.
She’ll fade away without pain.
May have a year at most.

Cancelled her daily paper
and now must rake her leaves.
A young couple bought the house.