MINERVA

We always called her Nervy.

She was not really nervy but,

Always she was in trouble of some kind.

She was too soft hearted for her own good.

Someone was always taking advantage of her.

Three of the homes she lived in while married

Were so run down, old and weather beaten,

It’s a wonder she was allowed to live there.

Her husband left when she needed him the most.

Cancer dogged her life the last few years;

She always tried to hide how much it hurt her.

She would give you anything she had if

You said you really needed it.

One brother finally figured how to help her.

He built a concrete block house on his property,

Furnished it so she could look after Mom.

When she finally died of the cancer

My sister, Dorothy, was there and her last words

Were, “I’m coming Mommy. I’m coming.”