My morning coffee I can see my
Neighbor's condo through my window.
Hers adjoins mine.
At times I can hear her washing machine, and
It's nice to know she's nearby even
When I can't see her.
I like to visit with my friend when she
Sits on her patio, and each month I
Deliver a "Daily Bread" devotional to
Her door.
She's been a good neighbor,
Watering my flowers,
Always gracious,
Always kind.
Her bedroom is visible from my
Living room, but it is empty now.
Marilyn died this morning.