My Naomi

She was a giving woman who brought around pies. For funerals and weddings, no big surprise. She taught Sunday School for seventy years. Was never there to get a reward for volunteers. She helped the hungry, the aged, and the poor. She gave herself until there was vitality no more. She was a Naomi like the one in the Bible for sure. Her ways were not prideful, for her heart was pure. Her name was Naomi, I can say this with glee. Because she was my mother, Naomi McFee. I watched her give her all to this world in Jesus’ name. Not for wealth, reward, acknowledgement or fame.