(Grandma Sarah Jane Joslin)
Foot piece on an old wheelchair--
Oft there, I'd fly,
Hiding from taunting words or jeers.
I'd wipe my eyes.
Seething like fire, in childish breast
Self-pity blazed--
Hatred for friends who'd disagreed
Grew in this maze!
Foot piece on an old wheelchair--
Grand place to pout;
But, wait! Wise old Grandma's eyes
Soon found me out!
She loved enough to stop
Such evils ere they'd root and grow.
"Up and out with you!" she'd snap,
"You have a better side than this to show."
©circa 1950's Linnie Jane Joslin Burks
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