Run for the Neighbours
by Julie Boden
In Lancashire we never shut our door
Just, sometimes, slipped the bar across at night.
‘Run for the neighbours’ my mum used to say
and all these years have taught me she was right.
My first husband was forty when he died.
So many things to sort, so much to do.
Maureen and Wilson stood there – one each side –
they lifted me and somehow helped me through.
Arranging flowers and making cups of tea;
I help friends now, I hope, as they helped me.