my friend

this is a poem about my husbands aunt which I dearly loved.

My Friend

Lisa Noe



(She was all alone and up in age.

She loved her church, it was all the rage.

She suffered badly and she was deeply depressed.

A widow without a child, she needed to rest.

She stopped going to church, fore she was in pain.

People who only helped had something to gain.

But, one Christian woman showed she was a friend.

She waited on her until her end.

Tears she shed were upon them who turned in her final days.)



They walked away.