I once knew a lady
Who never seemed to care;
If the food stayed on the table
Or fell beneath the chair.
She never seemed to worry
If the dishes weren't done,
But she always had a moment
For her precious baby son.
The floors could use a scrubbing
And the laundries piled high,
But she'd sit and make an airplane
For her precious little guy.
Her house was always cluttered;
She was never very neat.
But that rowdy little fellow
Was always clean and sweet.
She took the time to mend his toys;
To hear him say his prayers,
and read again the hundreth time,
the story of Three Bears.
Then came the day she left this world.
Her housework still undone
But a "Legacy of Love," was left
For that budding little son.
He was just about to go on seven
When God took her away.
I think somehow she knew
He'd call her early in the day.
So she picked the most important roll
God planned for her in Heaven.
Then she crowded all the love
of a lifetime into seven.
By Carol Bouche' Otttlinger
1965 copyright approved