They said you died Long ago~giving birth to a baby girl.
They said you both died but your heart became unfurled.Happiness overwhelmed you and you lived again.
The same as this baby girl~who looked up and grinned.
You travel in a wheelchair~some might envy you,
Those who can't sit up and bound to a bed too.
You know God~He is your friend indeed.
He loves you and fulfills your every need.
I know you must love the roses in the Spring.
The sweet aroma~the fragrance it brings.
I see you as a lady of culture~maybe you love to sing.
One day, maybe you will have a chance~a blessing to bring,
I feel this in my heart about you my dear friend.
You seem to be a true child of the king,
who ails-mends.
He mends broken hearts and He makes them soft to read,
As we know in the Spring the Farmer plants his seed.
Look at the Lilies Of The Valley~belonging to our King,
Goodness and Holiness~to our hearts He brings.
Though you are crippled here on earth in your stance~There in the realms of Heaven~with ease you will dance.
©Pearlie Duncan Walker
