Jenny

The child's eyes were steely blue,
Her hair like a brand new penny.
Everyone for miles around,
Knew her just as Jenny.

It seemed that all they did was fight,
Until Jenny came to town.
She always wore a loving smile,
To take away their frowns.

No one knew where she came from,
Or who her parents were.
There were stories rumored,
But no one knew for sure.

Jenny was a bright child,
Wise beyond her years.
With just a touch of her hand,
She'd wipe away their tears.

As Jenny grew in years,
She grew in kindness too.
No family was beneath her love;
She had love for children too.

She always had a story,
The Bible was her favorite book.
And she could quiet a child,
With just a friendly look.

Jenny never married because,
The Lord was her only love.
When she moved on,everyone thought,
He'd called her home above.

We all know that Jenny really,
Just moved on to other towns.
To take away their sorrows,
And bring smiles instead of frowns.

The Child

The little girl sits by the crackling fire,
That brightens the tiny room.
On her face is an innocent smile,
That chases away the gloom.

Her mother sits in the rocking chair,
That squeaks as she gently rocks.
And she glanced fondly at the child,
And the glow of her golden locks.

She's opened up her old Bible,
That's been passed down thru the years.
And as she reads the stories,
On her cheek there falls a tear.

The little girl raises up her head,
At the sound of her mother's voice.
Putting down the toy she plays with,
Trying not to make any noise.

The stories are so wonderful,
The pictures so beautifully clear.
They're reflected in the child's mind.
Like an image in a mirror.

The colors and the pictures dance,
So real within her mind.
She travels back though ages,
Until her world is left behind.

"Oh, Mother," she says,"I see it all!"
And she claps her hands with glee.
"You can't ever imagine,
Please read some more to me!"

The mother quietly closes the book,
And lays it on the stand.
She rises from her rocker,
And takes the child's hand.

"It's time for bed." her mother says.
"Tomorrow's another day.
Now hop into your cozy bed,
And don't forget to pray."

After her kiss the mother leaves,
And closes the door behind.
"No one could ever tell," she says.
"My little girl is blind."

Kathy Rowe..'99

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