My Story

Dear God...there's a story,
I must tell.
For life on earth,
Didn't go very well.

In coming to thee,
Those realms on high,
Help me...O God,
Not to tell a lie.

Thirteen children,
Was in my care.
And to stretch the truth,
I wouldn't dare.

I loved each one,
O...I loved them so.
As I breathed each day,
And watched them grow.

Temper me God,
For in life ! am scarred.
Quietly...take me home,
For life has been hard.


E.P. 1908 - 1989