The Little Old Lady in the Crumbling House

A Poem

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I did not know her well
The little old lady in the crumbling house
But I knew she was wise and caring and modest as well

She was but a pup
When the Devil scourged the Earth
But she did not lose her faith
She remained good and pure
Until her day at the gates

A simple smile, sweet word, warm gesture
Her motherly kindness wore no vesture
And now her soul forever rests
As her abode crumbles silently

There be not a sound nor a whisper
Just quiet walls holding memory
Of the little old lady in the crumbling house