Dorothea a Nun
When I was very young, Dorothea a Nun walked in. A holy lady, a gift of God was she. Scared by her habit, I ran and hid under the table. As I peeked under the long table cloth, I watched Dorothea walk around. Being so young I did not know she was a Nun, I just thought she was scary. I wish I had talked to Dorothea, at the party that day. If we had talked then I could say, I had talked with a holy lady. As I got older I learned what I missed at the party, I missed a gift of God on that special day.
Date Written 5/17/2020
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