Strolling past, we stop and chat
I’m riding out, you’re riding back
Weed my garden, seek my good
Work on the farm, helped ‘cause you could
You ask about my younger charges
Neighbours help with tasks the hardest
Sorting out the shed of heartbreak
Eased you, some, of all my heart ache
Chatting, walking, get to know
As neighbours, friends, then off we’d go
Meeting up, and passing by
Now tears are all that fill my eye
Goodbye
Gina Marie – 8/4/2018