RESPECT I saw an old lady knelt by the side of a grave,

The weather was inclement, she was more than brave.

Was she reaching for a husband, a boy or a girl?

Her thoughts I hope in a happy whirl.

Her pilgrimage from home to show love and respect,

To a bygone soul she will always recollect.

It's sad to think she would like to be hugged,

But as things are, maybe burglars or mugged.

I offered my hand, to help her to stand,

I had all time in the world, nothing planned.

To offer her safety and help on her way,

To give her love and respect makes it a perfect day. By Arnold Harrison

Manchester Road West, Little Hulton

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