From Heart To Heart (my poem collection)

Lady by the lane

I have often seen her walking by

Dressed in colors of spring and sky,

A basket dangling on her arm,

Filled with fresh flowers from the farm...

There's always a smile on her withered, bespectacled face,

although she lives in a desolate place...

She stops to say 'hello,' in the road when we meet,

and invites me over though I never visit...

And sometimes she complains,

that she's a lonely old lady living by the lane,

whom I should go and spare a visit.

Years passed by, I never went,

And one day I heard she had an accident...

Her neighbor commented she didn't keep well,

And also called me over to her funeral...

And this time I did go, with a heavy heart, feeling low...

I saw her lying in the coffin box,

A flower wreath adorning her silver locks...

Her neighbor said she made cookies,

and tarts every week...

for a little girl with chubby cheeks.

the girl however never came,

but she baked them all same.

And a howl of pain erupted from my heart,

I knew they were for me,

those cookies and tarts...

My knees buckled over, and beside her I fell

with tears and apologies I bid her farewell...

Some say she was nice,

others say she was plain

but I felt she was special

the lady living by the lane....

------the end-----

I wrote this poem on December 2009 for my school magazine when I was 9yrs old in grade 4, But my teacher rejected it, saying it wasn't good enough :'(

But after all this years I would like to know what u think.?

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