The Lady that Lived in a Shoe

by mel - Leo

There was a young lady who lived in a shoe
she had so many children, yet she knew what to do
she'd cook, clean, wash and pray and pray and pray
because of all the children, this took up the whole day

When one got sick, so did another
while caring for baby sister, she also cared for brother

She couldn't afford to buy clothes so she taught 
herself to sew
She made sure that her children were well dressed, from
head to toe
God blessed this skill, so much that it brought in pay
she found a job sewing and to work she went each day

Off to school they went and to work went she with a sigh
but not before she kissed them gently, smiled and said
"Hold you head up High"

She told them, always put God first in everything you do
whether its cleaning, cooking or washing or even sewing too!
and when life's problems seem overwhelming and unfair
remember, Jesus loves you and allows only what you can bare

As you can see, this lady's shoe was quite very tall
'cause if I had this many children, I'd probably climb the wall
but instead of complaining, she thanked the good Lord each and everyday
for giving her such precious gifts and for always making a way

Her children grew up and the girls are now women and
the boys have become men
and while the task of raising them was a struggle,
she yet chose to fill the shoe again!

As the story goes, the young lady is now somewhat old
her shoe is still standing, although she's worn out the sole
the little foster children inside are ever happy and gay
and even now, she still cooks and cleans and washes and pray

So, the moral of this story I guess one can say,
is keeping children in the shoe makes this Old Lady's day

(specially composed for Irma Jackson)

Reason for writing:

    To encourage my God-mother, Irma Jackson who was a mother of 13 children and on the date of composition, 2/16/2000, found herself having to bury a 3rd child.    

Birth sign: Leo
Date created: 2000-02-17 16:15:58
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:49
Poem ID: 54810

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