Emma Mae

Sunday has become my favorite day
no work , no chores no errands to run
just time to visit with Emma Mae
to sit and talk, learn and have fun

Although we have just recently met
We felt something, right from the start
Our fates were sealed, our destiny set
A true merging of a heart with a heart

Her clothes are old fashioned and way out of style
Her hair pulled softly back in a bun
Though aged and frail her face crinkles in a smile
and her voice is warm and gentle like the kiss of the sun

She speaks of her beloved Ezra, now long gone
How proud her daddy was to walk her down the aisle
Her beautiful wedding held at the breaking of dawn
While mama cried and sister Hannah smiled

How she loves the spring when the robin sings
wading in the creek under the summer sun
The red, gold and yellow that the autum brings
Winters snow and Oh, all that Christmas fun

when she speaks of her children her face is aglow
weather sharing times of mischeif and pranks
Or reliving the times of unberable woe
she knows she was blessed and forever gives thanks

Her life wasnt remarkable by the standards of today
Just a stay at home mom, a wife and a friend
Doing her best and making her way
a child of god, a link in a chain that does not end

Its Sunday again and I can hardly wait
To visit with Emma Mae
Need to Hurry now, musnt be late
I'll get there early and we'll have all day

This is quite strange, I dont see her there
Perhaps that woman will know
"Pardon me please, Emma Mae is not by her chair
Can you tell me where did she go?"

"Emma who?" she asks, her face all askew
"Emma Mae," I reply in despair
She's been by that chair for the last week or two
And now I don't see her there"

"Oh, the old photo you mean, out by the white wicker chair.
We found that in the attic a long time ago
No one knows who she is, but the frame was quite rare
We sold it ths morning, but to whom I don't know.

"So the next time you stop at that Sunday yard sale
and you find some old photos scattered about
Take a moment to listen with you heart, part the veil
Touch the life of that person with no fear and no doubt

And when my time comes and God calls me home
Keep me close in your heart, part the veil when you're able
Talk to me often, take me with you wherever you roam
So I dont end up, just the unknown old photo on the yard sale table

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