Juanita

I made Juanita cry today

I didn't mean her harm

I asked her how old she was

as I gently stroked her arm

She looked at me curiously

and said, "I don't rightly know"

I smiled and proudly said,

"You're 95 years old!"

The tears welled up in her eyes

Confusion filled her head

"I guess it's time for me to go,

I'd be better dead"

"All I do is sit and wait

for the Lord to take me home,

I know I am quite useless now,

my youth is long past gone"

Cathie Cardwell

June 2011