Check in with the living.
Gray House in White
House once home to older lady
Lonely after Dad had passed
Mom ten years before
And now she too – no heirs
Thought no one cared
The neighbor said
I shoveled snow in February
Thank you polite with smile
and wrote my phone number
but never called
And I thought once of phoning her
Empty now across the street
White by morning sun
Just a week from diagnosis
So little hope in lonely
I could have called
Gray house across the street
In white of morning sun
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