THANK YOU FOR CALLING
She was old, she was wrinkled and looked very vague
As she rocked in her chair by the door.
I felt very nervous, I must admit, as I'd never seen
old age before.
I was only a child, of seven years old
and Grandparents I had none,
But I was a brownie and had to be brave
Although I wanted to run.
She reached out her hand and beckoned me close
And slowly I moved her way
She spoke very gently, with a voice very clear
She said "Thank you for calling today".
I gave her the flowers that I had just picked
And slowly sat by her chair
She told me, when she was seven years old,
She wore satin bows in her hair.
As she spoke of those days, so long ago,
Her dull eyes sparkled and smiled
And as we talked about 'Brownies' and her younger days,
It was as if she was once more a child.
I forgot about wrinkles, as we talked and we laughed
She told me her family was few.
"They don't call too often" she said "so you see,
It's wonderful talking to you".
I called every day, but now without fear,
And a true friend she turned out to be.
I'm so glad that I called all those years long ago,
Because now that old lady is me.
As I rock in my chair looking wrinkled and vague,
I hear a tap on the door,
A Brownie stand there looking nervous
She hasn't met old age before.
She hands me a bouquet of flowers,
I smile and her fears melt away,
As she moves slowly close
I speak very clear and say
"Thank you for calling today"
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