My Precious Elena

I know a lady of old She is of child like mind I've known her for some time And this what I find. I know she's kind to a fault And generous with her love I often think of as an angel That has flown from high above. I know she's extremely sensitive And will break down easily in tears Or she'll readily seek comfort When plagued by many off her fears. I know on judgement day with certainty She'll see God's blessed son He'll smile and bless her gently Then he'll say to her, "Well done!" Brenda Elizabeth Rose