A Fine Lady
A Fine Lady
There is something I want to tell you
about a Lady I once knew. She was a
very tiny woman, with a heart as big
as TEXAS.
God gave her a soul and also a heart of
gold. He send her here to do a job for Him,
She never once complained. Juanita was
her name.
She was a hard working Lady. No job was
too much, or too big for her. she could cook
and she could sew. She held a job outside
her home. I can say - she worked her fingers
to the bone.
Sometimes she would sit quiet, without saying
a word. Maybe she was thinking if she had done
it all. She was there for everybody, especially if
they were sick. She would be the first to go and
take them a homemade dish.
I am not talking about my Mother. My Mother gave
me away. I don't condemmed her either. My father
had left her too. With little ones to raise - she didn't
know what to do.
This little fine Lady took my pain away. She gave me
a home and a place to stay. She also gave me her
love. I can now say - she made my day. Because of
this fine Lady, I became what I am today.
I learned to call her Mother - she had sure earned
that name. One day she left this Earth, because God
had called her home. Her Job here had been done.
I don't worry about her. I know that she is in heaven.
Heaven is where Angels go. She was one fine Lady
and an Angel sent from heaven to teach me how
to grow...
Copyright 2006
by Lucilla M. Carrillo
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