The Kind-Hearted Mrs Adams

We drove by her run-down house with faded green shingles and boarded-up windows, a sad feeling overwhelmed us; many times we helped her to cut down the thick grass and in return she gave us three yellow flowers as a token of her gratitude... no one else could have cared more! "These flowers are for you,darlings,because you helped me plant them in the soil, and they've grown to be tall and beautiful in a garden so tidy and nice!" she exclaimed in jubilation; "Remember me by when I'll reach my home...to dwell in the presence of the Lord, and I'll be looking down on you and pray with all angels to keep you safe and well!' she gladly said with resignation, foreseeing what she couldn't explain... She told us about her sweetheart, whom she loved indefinetly: from the moment they met, to the day he peacefully died: a lovely and faithful wife was all he wanted and dreamed; and their marriage lasted longer than they expected to be... to be taken with them, not being afraid of death! "This is the grand piano I sed to play for my husband on his last birthday; he laid his arms on my shoulders and sang along with me for hours: on those snowy nights without moon... when romance was rekindled with kisses and the sentimental tunes took away our winter's blues!" she murmured with deep regret, until her light eyes became wet... The decaying house was put up for sale, and only these kids have a story to tell about the nicest person on that block, who once was the prettiest girl-scout... who loved us as much as her own children; but did she deserve to be forgotten and die alone? And if you wonder what her name was, she was the kind-hearted Mrs Adams!