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My Role Model

Who said my role model had to be black;
Who said she'd have to be like this or this is the way she should act.
Who put it in my head that my role model would have no faults;
Or that she should be put on a pedestal.....she would be safer in a vault.
What my mom told me and I do agree;
Is that my role model would exalt the best in me.
She could go through the storms of life and hold on to her faith;
She wouldn't have any special powers, she would seek the Lord's face.
She could confront tragic issues, and handle them with grace;
She would seek a higher calling, and wait patiently in her place.
She would have a concern for people and reach out to that need,
She would do it no matter what color, religion or creed.
She would put forth her best effort when she was on the job,
She never considered a task beneath her or anything too hard.
She would be positive and prayerful, and also watchful and careful.
She would have tact and have mercy; and avoid controversy.
As much as possible, she would live peaceably with all men;
She would resist the devil and he would flee, she'd avoid his agent sin.
It may seem like I am exalting her or lifting her too high,
But she is a Christian woman and the Lord she does not deny.
So when you read this poem, it is really a little story;
It is not her I am exalting, but to God be the glory.
She is a friend who listens and has a deep concern;
I have worked with her for many years and these things I have learned.
Now you may be curious as to who this woman is,
She is a friend who has occasionally wiped away my tears.
She only finished high school, but that did not hold her back;
And one other thing.....NO...she is not black!!

Dedicated to Frances White Barry   &   My mother Pearl Yant

Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015

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