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SOPHIA
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SOPHIA
She's looking at a cup in her hand.
But, she, see does'nt underdstand.
She looks, but does not see me.
She, day after day, sits there in her chair,
without a care.
Sometimes, she talks. Nobody is there.
The world passes by.
So many names and hearts I grow to know through your words Chris. It takes a very special person to care and respect the elderly. I gather you have worked quite a number of jobs but it is wonderful to see someone that actually cares about our old folks. I know because I have been there, that the job is very hard, and the pay way too low, yet it is rewarding work and you are a blessing to each life you touch.
Blessings,
Lesa