The Value Of Your Heart Poem by Janice M Pickett

They say she is a rag lady
old dirty and without a home
that woman who digs in the rubbish bin
and gives the lost dog a bone
Her hair has never seen a brush
but she will use it to wipe your tear
with withered hands she'll hold you
and take away your fear
Without a dollar in her pocket
or a roof over her head
this fragment of a woman has dignity instead

If ever you say ' How are you? '
if you care to take the time
this precious soul so God sent
will say she's feeling fine
She doesn't need a fancy house
or money in the banks
For she finds glory in having a dream
for which she gives God thanks

She knows that she will have a home
the finest there could be
she knows that life is not all money
and she dreams how it will be.
For one day not too far away
she will be moving on
her dreams have kept her happy here
she is rich with heavens song

Written about the kindest and happiest old lady I knew.
Yet she was the richest person I have ever met.
Her wealth was in her spirit and love of helping others