MY SWEET NEIGHBOR
Each day as I watched my neighbor
She would pretty-up her yard,
She kept the grass and her geese fed
As she looked over them like a guard
Out in the backyard was a river of clean water
With a bridge she's daily walk across;
Her little house was not a mansion
Yet it definitely was not a loss.
Well taken care of I will say
With pretty flowers all in bloom,
Three well-trimmed bushes - a pretty green
All gave fresh fragrance to her outside room.
My Sweet Neighbor was seldom sick
And never was she poor;
For she had everything she needed
And I could tell she had much more.
Her radiant face had small wrinkes
That were brimming full of love;
Everyday I heard her prayers of thanks
That she'd pray to her Father above,
Today, the memory of My Sweet Neighbor
Will reign so close and deep within;
All I knew, for sure, about her
Was nothing but love - secure and clean.
Written by: Sister Mary Story June, 1974
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