To
Jamelle, a child
so
dear and fair,
A
girl with
flowers
in her hair.
A
child born
in
a strange place,
She
came in here
so
full of grace.
A
heart as big
as
all outdoors,
And
in her mind
I
found the chore.
So
strong in self
and
realized,
That
she had always
opened
eyes.
Into
the heart
she
had the sight,
While
others
floundered
in the night.
And
she,
a
caring being too,
Into
her circle
she
did drew,
Friends
that hale
from
near and far,
Helping
each other
to
find out who they are.
We
are but
earthly
dwellers here
A
short time
for
us this body to wear.
And
if this
bright
spirit may pass by,
Tell
her I'll love her
from
on high......
kay ekwall©1998 |