How Blessed Poem by Barbara Haskell

Encouraged by a beautiful book,
that you gave to me,
I take out paper and pen
to tell the world,
with you for a sister,
how blessed I have been.
I was alone,
so alone, lost and scared.
Friends I thought would care,
very simply, were not there.
Regarding me, rumor followed lie,
and penniless, the dirt became my mattress
and my roof was the sky.
Body full of pain, heart-broken,
exhausted, unable to walk another day,
everyone turned me away;
except one sister...
she gave me food, shelter
and my dignity.
So, encouraged by a beautiful book,
that you gave to me,
I take out paper and pen,
to tell the world,
with you for a sister,
how blessed I have been.