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.
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