*Painting By Christian Heuser*
A Lady
Mrs.
Teaberry,
To
Be
Sure,
Bears
An
Affliction
That
Has
No
Cure.
Namely,
She
Cherishes
Without
Fail
An
Absent
Child
Deserving
Jail,
Neighbors
Who
Do
Not
Answer
Her
Greeting,
And
Any
Stray
Soul
She
May
Be
Meeting
In
Her
Daily
Round
In
The
Hot,
Dry
Town.
Where
Ever
She
Goes,
No
One
Knows
That
In
Her
Frail
Breast,
Old
Now
Like
The
Rest,
Nestles
A
Heart
Full
To
Top
With
Affection
That
Does
Not
Stop
No
Matter
The
Disregard,
Or
How
Hard
It
Often
Is
To
Bear
That
There’s
Nobody
With
Which
To
Share
Her
Unfailing
Smile
And
Generous
Style.
Mrs.
Teaberry
Dwells
Alone,
Full
Of
Goodness
To
The
Bone,
Thinking
Of
Days
Long
Gone
By
With
A
Twinkle
In
Her
Eye,
For
One
Who
Saw
Her
Noble
Worth
When
He
Existed
On
This
Earth,
Humming
A
Song
Heard
In
Her
Mind
Of
Love
She
Can
No
Longer
Find,
Maintaining
Through
Sheer
Force
Of
Will,
And
Her
Existence
Gives
Me
A
Thrill.
Mrs.
Teaberry,
To
Be
Sure,
Bears
An
Affliction
That
Has
No
Cure.
Namely,
She
Cherishes
Without
Fail
An
Absent
Child
Deserving
Jail,
Neighbors
Who
Do
Not
Answer
Her
Greeting,
And
Any
Stray
Soul
She
May
Be
Meeting
In
Her
Daily
Round
In
The
Hot,
Dry
Town.
Where
Ever
She
Goes,
No
One
Knows
That
In
Her
Frail
Breast,
Old
Now
Like
The
Rest,
Nestles
A
Heart
Full
To
Top
With
Affection
That
Does
Not
Stop
No
Matter
The
Disregard,
Or
How
Hard
It
Often
Is
To
Bear
That
There’s
Nobody
With
Which
To
Share
Her
Unfailing
Smile
And
Generous
Style.
Mrs.
Teaberry
Dwells
Alone,
Full
Of
Goodness
To
The
Bone,
Thinking
Of
Days
Long
Gone
By
With
A
Twinkle
In
Her
Eye,
For
One
Who
Saw
Her
Noble
Worth
When
He
Existed
On
This
Earth,
Humming
A
Song
Heard
In
Her
Mind
Of
Love
She
Can
No
Longer
Find,
Maintaining
Through
Sheer
Force
Of
Will,
And
Her
Existence
Gives
Me
A
Thrill.
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