The Old Lady and the Cricket

There she sat all alone in her recliner Pondering all the days of her youth Canoeing, climbing trees And yes! Catching crickets! She would catch them by the dozens and then sing to them Then she would set them free It was all in a day’s fun as she danced and pranced in the sunny meadow She would wake up and head right to the same spot every day Starting all over again as she had to get to her quota She had a certain number she had to meet The number was twelve! Twelve cookies made a dozen! Jesus had twelve disciples too! She had to catch twelve crickets and then entertain them! After she sang her little heart out she would release them back into the wild She was the one who God sent to entertain the crickets Boy did she like to sing! As the old lady sat in her chair she pondered the days of her youth She pondered the songs she sang and she began to hum a happy tune All of a sudden in the corner of the room she heard him It was the lone ranger cricket Her heart began to dance and she began to hum She had relived one of the happiest memories since the time the doctor placed her on oxygen Everything is gonna be alright now she felt She knew Jesus sent her the lone cricket to show his love for her She stopped to pray and a tear streamed from her aged cheek “Thank you, Jesus! Thank you for sending me this little cricket!” Written for my dear sister Beatrice Gwendolen Rix 10-5-14