It’s been a year since she joined us,
On a cul-de-sac on the edge of town.
We don’t quite know how to take her,
For she doesn’t wave back, or ever say hello,
And she is usually off on her own.

“What’s up with that lady at the end of the court?”
It’s what my wife wants to know.
”She never offers a smile, in fact, on her face I see guile,
And yesterday, she tried to run me off of the road.”

The months went by, and we always wondered why,
There was no one who ever came to call.
Except for one bedroom light,
On in the middle of the night,
In the house, there was no sign of life.

"Was that a tear I saw on her cheek tonight?
I wonder if she’s okay – if she’s feeling alright."
”Sure, it’s the same.
She never looked my way,
But I would really like to know,
If she is okay.”

Last Saturday, in the late afternoon,
A child showed up, and it was none too soon.
Together, they played out in the front yard,
And she even stopped to wave hello.
Hmm, she must have dropped her guard.

She twirled and she smiled,
And held her child gently, for awhile,
And finally, the poor woman looked fulfilled.
And as the sun faded low in the evening time,
She could be heard quietly reading, nursery rhymes,
And she was now joyous as a Mom.

It is unfortunate, but true ,
Just as true with me, as with you,
But we are always too quick to judge.
But if we lived more on the gentle side,
And were able to temporarily abandon our pride,
You know, we just might make better neighbors.