THE ORPHAN
| The words she heard were words of grief They filled her heart with pain She was told she'd lost her parents She would not see them again A kindly welfare lady Had delivered words with care But they pierced the heart of this little girl It was more than the child could bear A mere nine years and all alone The fear in her mind was deep Many nights in her bed at an orphanage She cried herself to sleep Her relatives wouldn't accept her Though they all professed to care But to raise the child of another They hadn't the time to spare She missed her loving parents And the pup she used to own She felt the depths of sadness She felt so all alone The orphanage was kind to her But her fear lived deep inside And finally the day arrived To face the world outside There are happy hearts in cities And there's kind hearts pure and true And though the city sorely tests them These hearts keep smiling through It was wondrous people such as these That helped to pave her way The friendship that they gave her Pushed all her fears away At twenty she was married And her life began anew A handsome, loving husband And a baby daughter, too She named her daughter Donna Her happiness replete With a daughter and a husband Her world was now complete No more the fear of emptiness She'd suffered in the past But again her life was shattered Her joy was not to last Three short years was all she had With her husband at her side There had been a tragic accident The one she loved had died Some hearts that suffer hardship Reluctantly turn cold But Carol had her daughter And a heart of solid gold For a time she was despondent Her life placed on the shelf But her thoughts were just for Donna She could not think of herself She showered Donna with affection And tender, loving care And whenever Donna needed her Her mother would be there Carol was devoted To a life of doing good She sought the poor and needy Who lived in her neighbourhood She tried to ease their burden She felt compassion for the poor She would buy these people groceries And leave them at their door In the midst of night her deeds were done And many a girl and boy Would wake to find next morning They owned a brand new toy And the street kids weren't forgotten She'd seek a lost girl every day She'd take them in and feed them Then kneel with them to pray I was fearful for her safety And voiced the harm that she could meet By taking in a stranger From the violent city street She refused to heed my warning And smiled softly as she said "These children need assistance For they face a life of dread." "I don't try to cure an addict Or tell a 'hooker' not to roam. "And I refuse to tell the street kids That they really should go home." "We are ignorant to their problems It is not for us to say But with just a little kindness We can help them through each day." The homeless dogs and cats were fed She had such love to give The heart that beat within her Is a heart where angels live To soon her life was taken But her memory lingers on And who will fill the empty void Now Carol Green has gone So few will ever notice So few will know the cost That for street kids and the needy A treasure has been lost Just a very simple lady Of that there is no doubt But the kind of simple lady That this world can't do without Her daughter still remembers All the love her mother gave And each Sunday you will find her Kneeling at her mother's grave She still confides in Carol As though her mother is still there For even death can not destroy The bond of love they share The depth of love in Carol's heart My words can not portray But this world became a brighter place The day she passed my way This unassuming angel Lives in the heart of me And to me she'll always represent Just what a saint should be. K.D. Abbott © 2008 |
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