Miss Faye

Miss Faye

Just the other day
I met Miss Faye
It was on my Mamma's Birthday
Running a kiln
One early morn
I looked to a house
 a bit tattered and torn.
Only to see a beautiful sight
An elderly woman
Out on her porch.
She sat in quietness
Enjoying the birds
Breathing the sunlit air
I smiled and waved
She smiled back
Inviting me over to stay.
I walked up the ramp
She offered a seat
The only one there with Miss Faye.
Her caregiver smiled
As if to say
She was glad I came that day.
Miss Faye shared of her life
An Army man's wife
The home she was in 
Her mom's.
She told me of High School
And of passing of life
As I sat with such joy 
To hear.
I thought of my Mamma
And hours we shared
On her front porch as well 
Rocking the days away
Time stood still
With Miss Faye that day
It didn't matter
Joy was found
 on that hill.

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