Same story, in rhyme, titled: Jenny Butler
Visiting Aunt Juanita, in Pocahontas nursing home, we met her roommate, Jennie Butler. Jenny loved to tell jokes, and laughed often. She sang gospel songs, her voice filling the air with sweetness, as her face reflected joy. No one would guess she lay, day after day, a prisoner to stiffness and pain. Her hands and feet were gnarled, swollen, and burning with sting. Today, Jennie is free. In heavenly array, and joyous abandon she's singing still, in celestial tone, our welcome home.
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