Lock Street

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There lived an old lady. The kids at family gatherings scanned the crowded room Until her face was in the vicinity.

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There lived an old lady. Her smile illuminated the darkest nights, And her silver hair glistened like the moon smiling down at a flow tide sea.

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There lived an old lady. She taught her students to love learning And embrace in all its splendour- the essence of Chemistry.

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There lived an old lady. Her charm enslaved several hearts, And of her kindness there could be no query.

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There lived an old lady. Even in her worst times, she looked out for those she loved; Because no amount of agony could impair her humanity.

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There lived an old lady. She fought a long hard battle with cancer, But a battle with predetermined victory.

Once upon a time on Lock Street, There died an old lady. The kids at family gatherings scanned the crowded room But her face was no longer in the vicinity. And Lock Street- though not uninhabited Was left with a void; haunted by the ghost of what once had been.

A/N: This poem is about one of my relatives who passed away due to cancer. She was a Chemistry teacher, so I used to go to her every time I had a question. What was remarkable about her was that she made time for me even when she was suffering the most- I went to her house to get her help on my Chemistry test so I saw her suffering and I thought she had an incredible amount of strength. Just a couple weeks before she passed away, even in all her pain, she remembered I had a Chemistry test and remembered to ask me how it went. Marjorie by Taylor Swift is a song I really associate with her, but I wanted to write something of a tribute to her on my own as well. This poem is written like this because every time I go near her street, I've just sort of had it embedded in my head to associate that street with where she lives; and now it's weird that she's no longer there because it feels like she's still there.