Remembering Anita Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

I fondly share this story.
my heart is filled with compassion.
Her name is Anita.
this lady possessed sass, and class.
i smile, cry and sigh.
she had a way of making me
feel very special.
She taught math..and entailed
a a very hearty laugh.
The last time i saw her..she was homeless.
I was shocked...and asked just how come.
This was the beginning of what's very real today.
I thank God everyday for this lady..who by far...is very
near and very dear to my heart.
Life has a way of reminding us..to never take anything
nor anyone for granted.