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| Lady Elizabeth Sweet little lass with silken hair Bright smiling eyes, a shade quite rare Was sure a joy to Mom and Dad The answer to the prayers they'd had. This tiny tot called Little Bette Was pure delight to all she met; Elizabeth, her given name Was father's mother's, just the same. A regal one that she wore well Not one bad word could any tell; Most gracious lady, faithful wife She was a blessing to his life. But fate was cruel and spared him not Then came again to take her tot; With both now gone, her heart alone She tried to live but turned to stone. Despair so deep from life unkind She'd lost it all then lost her mind; You might just see her roaming there Down lonely streets with vacant stare. Disheveled hair and tattered coat Her fairest days are far remote; She spends her time perusing trash To find some cans to get some cash. So Tin-Can Lizzy's now the name That townfolk use to sore defame This hapless soul with lonesome stare Who doesn't seem to hear or care. But closely look, you'll see a tear In child's eyes so full of fear And puzzlement for she can't get Why they're so mean to Little Bette. ...the tiny tot with silken hair the answer to her parents' prayer. Copyright, 10/99 Denise Corbley Snyder |
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