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My Neighbor

by Jennifer Ragan

I watch you push your walker
down the driveway
to your mailbox.

Your purple hat swivels
as your eyes strain
to see if I'm home.

I stand by the window
anticipating your knock
as you make your way
to my front door.

I wonder what
it could be today.
Another ride to the doctors
or the hair salon?

Maybe just to cry again
on my doorstep
because you haven't slept a wink
and you need groceries
but your family
is too busy to take you?

I wonder why they won't help
their ninety-one year old mother
and what you did,
if anything,
to deserve such treatment.

As you sit at my kitchen table
I jot down your grocery list
Then help you into my car

05/05/2008

Posted on 05/05/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jennifer Ragan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 05/06/08 at 12:26 AM

Right on! We need to treat our elders well...for we will be there sooner than we think! MFS

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 05/09/08 at 08:43 PM

I call a 91 year old man that lives 20 miles from me every day to see if he is alright or needs help. He is still able to drive and teaches gem stone faceting to five people every saturday. He is amazing.....CharMin

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