She brought gold to lives, one rock at a time,
Hope you value yours as I cherish mine,
Rags to riches stories to be sure,
Richer are we simply having known her.
Betty, Betty heart of gold,
When God made you he broke the mold,
Judgment may have crossed your mind,
But never have I met someone so kind.
Your son I’m not but you’re my mother,
Bob and Eddie are my brothers,
Mary and Jamie are my sisters too,
We cry for ourselves not for you.
Of all your gifts that I treasure,
One is greatest without measure,
Without your consent I’d not got her,
Blessed am I, you gave me your daughter.
For me … this is what I hope,
Ruth Rae plays marbles and you jump rope,
Maybe Margie and you playing with dolls,
While Granny and Daddy are watching it all.
Beautiful baby. Than you.
I’m in tears Lee. Thank You for the wonderful poem, being my brother in, and most of all, for Loving our beautiful Mother. 😪❤️
It is my honor to be a part of the Ellis family and was blessed to be Betty’s son-in-law. Thanks Jamie.
You are quite welcome Jamie. Thank you for kind words, and I apologize for not replying sooner.
Love, from your brother – Lee