Her family struggles as many Americans do
But in tough times, Sara always extends a hand to you
After reading her poetry, I knew we had to meet
How could anyone hold so much love and speak in words sweet?
I haven’t a clue how she manages to show such care
Where is this well of hope Sara taps when she offers prayer?
Could it be she has a clear, direct line to our Father?
Each time a poet asks for prayers, for Sara it is no bother
Where does she find the strength to pray for people she’s not met?
A special chair in heaven waits for the Soup’s fine poet
I’m mystified by this lady whose strong faith I envy
But one thing is for sure; Sara’s heart is never empty
*Tribute to Sara Kendrick