DEAR ABBY: My mother, Eleanor, upheld pided final Aug. 30. She spent her prolonged life assisting others. During her eulogy, we described her by saying, "Her best lesson, a one she modeled for us, is that a unselfish life clinging to family and others, is a top instance of God's work here on Earth."
After a funeral, my hermit mentioned that a one thing Mom had wanted review during her use was an object she had saved from a mainstay of yours that was published in 1999. It eloquently captures a hint of influence and miss of care in a society.
Although we have done poignant inroads on eradicating prejudice, we found it still timely. Would we greatfully imitation it again? -- ELLIE'S DAUGHTER IN SEATTLE
DEAR DAUGHTER: we am respected that your mom found something she saw in my mainstay to be so meaningful. Please accept my magnetism for her passing. we determine that a poem, that is attributed to James Patrick Kinney, is value pity again.
THE COLD WITHIN
Six humans trapped in happenstance
In dim and sour cold,
Each one hexed a hang of wood,
Or so a story's told.
Their failing glow in need of logs
The initial lady hold hers back,
For of a faces around a fire,
She beheld one was black.
The subsequent male looking opposite a way
Saw not one of his church,
And couldn't move himself to give
The glow his hang of birch.
The third one sat in scruffy clothes
He gave his cloak a hitch,
Why should his record be put to use,
To comfortable a idle rich?
The abounding male usually sat behind and thought
Of a resources he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned,
From a lazy, lazy poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge
As a glow upheld from sight,
For all he saw in his hang of wood
Was a possibility to annoy a white.
The final male of this unequaled group
Did zilch solely for gain,
Giving usually to those who gave,
Was how he played a game.
The logs hold parsimonious in death's still hands
Was explanation of tellurian sin,
They didn't die from a cold without,
They died from a cold within.
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