Jenny

Jenny Soft brown eyes that looked at me; And quiet was her room. She nestled in the soft white sheets. Like a baby in a womb. Then Jenny smiled. She lived in pain, but seldom cried, As she watched the hours pass. For she loved the morning sunshine; And the roses bloomed at last ; For it was spring. She couldn't speak, Or even raise her head; But the Warrior's heart within her; Felt not one bit of dread. It was summer. The leaves like golden raindrops fell, with an early frost; Jenny loved the chilly weather; As she bore her painful cross. It was Autumn. The snow fell gently, And prepared her little bed. For then they found her; Lying cold and dead. It was winter.