Beautiful people do not just happen: A poem by Jellie N.Wyckelsma

Folks only knew her as a rich old lady,

Who lived in a house all alone.

She seldom ventured into town and rescued

Stray cats and dogs, taking them home.

When some townspeople fell on hard times, or when parents

Were too poor to buy their children a single toy,

Money suddenly appeared in their bank accounts,

And their children smiled again and shrieked with joy.

But who she really was, remained a mystery,

Until the day she passed away. It became known,

She had been a child Holocaust survivor,

Who had seen more than any child should,

And had made it her aim in life,

To always help others in distress or in strife.   ,

The Mayor spoke briefly at her grave,

“Beautiful people do not just happen …

She tried to undo the wrong she had suffered.

Because despite all, she loved mankind dearly.”

And as the first spade of soil slowly fell,

Everyone let their tears flow freely.