Martha, the Matron

For Martha a girl of thirteen Dreams were not umpteen She saw a nurse walk briskly “Wish I were her’ she thought frankly Having set this goal in mind To run the race, ways she did find While other children of her age In various forms of fun did engage During vacation, picking cow dung Caring cattle, with work never hung She gathered money in a mud pot And hid it where none could spot She visualized her goal Even while pushing the coal Besides running errands for her father She also tutored her younger brother Undaunted she tackled every hurdle Girdling temptations, upon it did paddle On the day she became a nurse Joy swelled like a bulging purse Insignificant dream it may seem But her service made souls gleam Physically absent, Martha - the Matron Spiritually, is now my heavenly patron Her words like a lifeboat would sail Particularly, whenever my drives fail Believe me! It’s with a purpose Creator keeps a human spirit in us.