Mrs. Foster from Ordinary Days by Lisa Cerbone

The for-sale sign in front of Mrs. Foster's house is gone
What she left behind could not matter
The garbage men took away what she did not keep
What could not stay
By a quarter to three
She pulled away
With a man in a suit of all that gray

We all wanted to know
Where would she go?
With those dark glasses on
It's hard to see the road through all that rain
All that rain

Well, she was always nice to me
Brought me lemonade and costume jewelry
But they say she loved and lost too easily
Chased the cars of men in her bare feet

We all wanted to know
Where would she go?
With those dark glasses on
It's hard to see the road through all that rain
All that rain

She walked the garden most nights alone
Spoke of a son I never saw
She could go on and on
Most times never say a thing
The for-sale sign in front of Mrs. Foster's house is gone

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