Red lady: A poem

I watched her every day, the lady in red
She held an old umbrella above her head
She had a frozen smile, joy it fed
To those people who came around her

She lived in a house of red brick walls
It had great many poignant halls
I once walked around it, when I was small
With a neighbour who used to be very tall

The red lady soon became red no more
Her red dresses turned shabby and sore
For a smile, people now implored
A new madness, she explored

She now glared down the door
Sadness circled her eyes in four
“Our red lady, where has she gone?”
Glances said together in a tone

One day we saw the red lady no more
I heard rumours she was gone
To where and when nobody knew
Her house was locked and it remain till now

– Jan @jahnavigouri