Jet-black curls framed her tanned face
Her pleasant nature was like a sun filled day
She was a friend who cared and listened.
'Hello, come right in and have a cup of tea…'
When I’d leave she’d say, 'come back Theresa.'
Jet-black curls framed her tanned face.
She was always ready to give a helping hand.
If you were missing something, she’d lend…
She was a friend who cared and listened.
Everyone was welcomed at her front door
I will always remember my good neighbor,
Jet-black curls framed her tanned face.
Now that she has passed away, she is missed,
Now there’s no one to ask, how is your day?
She was a friend who cared and listened.
The house next door is vacant and quiet.
I remember Ruby; she was like my mother.
Jet-black curls framed her tanned face
She was a friend who cared and listened.
8/6/07
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-ruby/
