Deadication Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Here's a little story, sad but true
Of a little lady who always tried to please
Friends and family even though she wheezed

It was Christmas and the wind it was blowing
Snow was inching, she never voiced complaint
Preparing a fine meal though she was faint

It was tradition that kept her devotion going
She added the final touches to the decor…
As a last guest entered... she fell to the floor

Little lady, what is wrong everyone asked
She responded with a weak departing sigh,
Sorry I can't stay for dinner… then she died

6/10/2012