A one in a million lady Now sixty years old She still jumps over the wall I still get a kick out of people gasping When they witness her doing it… A lady that is a mother to many Even without asking they open up They share their deepest fears with her… I sometimes become jealous, Feeling deprived of precious time with her But then I look at how blessed I am, To still have my mom with me Even if I have to share her, With the rest of my community… Her laughter, with ears willing to listen To give a hug, To wipe a tear, She is my brightest star, Even if she thinks, she is nothing special To me she is one in a million, To me she means the world... by: Wilma Neels