Pearls of Wisdom
Sitting on a park bench
and taking in the view,
she's always got an eye out
for the children, me and you,
when we're pestering our parents
with a grumble or a pout.
We cluster all around her,
we call her 'Aunty Pearl,'
to listen to her stories of
when she was just a girl;
tales of pinafores and mittens,
smashing hats for Sunday best,
patent leather shoes, and stockings,
turning out so smartly dressed!
There were picnics and fun times
by the river where they'd walk
two miles or more, learning to talk.
Riding in a carriage pulled by
horses up and down the street,
calling at a neighbour's house -
there'd always be a treat!
Taking presents to the homeless
the day after Christmas Day,
helping those who didn't have
much food to eat, or games to play.
She told us, "Listen to your folks
and grow up big and strong,
help others when you have the chance,
and greet them with a song!"
One Saturday she didn't come to take her usual seat.
We kids all clamoured, "Where's Aunt Pearl?
she makes our day complete." Moms said:
"She's telling stories to the angels now, it's true.
She loves you all, believe me, she is watching over you."
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