There was this old lady Near my place. I say "Good Morning" And she answers "I will tell you Good morning When morning really comes" She tells me her nephew will be visting today. But he doesn't come. Ever. And she says quietly, "It is so peaceful When you dont have any one to wait for". Her words demand silence. She is well over ninety, Everyone says she is demented Waiting for her kin who never come. And never complaining she is lonely. She is still so very pretty I tell her she must have been ravishing in her youth. She smiles. She looks happy. And then, Before the nephew could come With the cherries Or was it cherry blossoms For her, She left.