The dairy puts the milk in the bottle,
My mum puts black jam in her tart,
I put my words down on paper,
But you put the hope in my heart.
God puts the colours in the rainbow,
Something about promises after the rain,
I manage to cope with the mind I have got,
But you light the spark in my brain.
In fact you are the spark that reminds me,
Though our time on earth is just a season,
That I am of value – and I have to trust,
For what happened – God did have a reason.
(Note: This poem is for Hazel – my home help.)
© Sally Owens, 27th July 2014