Sarah A. Powell
1854-1934
Oh, Sarah
If I could take your photo here
And make a new one just appear,
I’d take that frowning, gloomy face
And put a smile there in its place.
I’d erase the tiredness from your eyes
And have them twinkle with surprise.
I’d fluff and comb your thin, gray hair
And make it shine with loving care.
I’d change your ragedy dress & shoe
And sew you silk and leather, new.
I’d grab that cane you clutch so tight
And fix your step to quick and light.
And finally, I’d heal your broken heart
And mend your life where sorrows start.
By Betty Renfroe
About Me
- patsy
- born in arkansas, lived here all my life, 75 years old. keep chickens and I like to read.
2 comments:
I loved this poem! It totally captures the essence of Sarah and shows what a caring person the writer is. Lovely!
Did you know that your poem (and the one I posted, too, actually) can be sung to the tune of "Away in a Manger"? Who knew?
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