Penny Hemans - A Knock upon her Door

the room is dreary dark
and cheerless cold
and Missus Moffit sits there
growing old

sweet-salty memories
are her company
and for warmth she can’t afford
the electricity

a knock upon her door
brings her to her feet
she opens it and peers out
to the draughty street

a youth with bearded face
and tangled hair
says “Missus Moffit? ”
is that you there? ”

I’ve come from our Club –
we really want to do
whatever we can to help
the folk alone like you”

he holds out a large
bright bunch of daffodils
she takes them from him
and her whole heart fills

“Come in, come in” she says
“I’ll put the kettle on –
sit down, sit down
and make yourself at home”

The room is different now
no longer dreary
and Missus Moffit’s face
is far from weary

for on the table stands
a vase of golden flowers
lighting up with love and splendid showers
her solitary hours

written for a great aunt who dreams of 'days gone by'

Penny Hemans

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