She lives in my street,
A lonely
Eccentric spinster
Local kids say
There’s a witch in there
I sit with her
On sunny days
In her garden.
She tell me of plants
Flowers, a huge fishpond.
She remembers vividly the floods
Has many scrapbooks
Photos of inundation.
Ginger her cat
Sleeps in her lap.
All requests are met with
Spell it
I know bread and jam.
Lollies we share on pension day.
We sit under shady
Wisteria
Sharing our spoils.
Morpethroad 
Sounds like a lovely relationship of a caring neighbour and not a witch – though if that is her portrait… Glad you had this experiences with her and a lovely little tribute Michael.
Thanks jenny, thankfully she looked a lot better than my ‘portrait’…..
*phew* *big smiles*
If she was alive she would be saying the same…
*smiles* again I am sure she would bless her
Utterly charming, love it!! 🙂 🙂
Thanks Helen, you are obviously talking about the poem I take it…lol
One day I’ll get the art bit right….
🙂
Happy to see you embracing art along with writing 🙂
Thank you Anja, very kind of you….I like the word embracing….lol
No matter how “old” one is one can still “share our spoils”. Lovely transgenerational thought.
Thank you gimpet for your comment.
I like this a lot. It has a kid story feel to it. Nice touch with the picture that you drew too!
RoSy, you are being far too kind about my ‘art’….I am happy you enjoyed the story.