A Tribute
to Anna by © Elaine Hall

REMEMBERING ANNA

** © **

She was the sweetest lady
in the nursing home
smiled at everybody
As she sat there all alone

She'd always say hello to me
her spirit was joyful and fun
no one would ever guess her age
she just turned one hundred
and one

But the day she learned
her son had died
she never was the same
She'd talked about him
 all the time
and always spoke his name

From that day on
she went down hill
though she had
 other children too
but she mourned
 for that one child
'cause he was only eighty two.

~To a parent you're always A child~