My Precious Elena
I know a lady of old
She is of child like mind
I've known her for some time
And this what I find.
I know she's kind to a fault
And generous with her love
I often think of as an angel
That has flown from high above.
I know she's extremely sensitive
And will break down easily in tears
Or she'll readily seek comfort
When plagued by many off her fears.
I know on judgement day with certainty
She'll see God's blessed son
He'll smile and bless her gently
Then he'll say to her, "Well done!"
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Copyright © Brenda Rose | Year Posted 2017
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