2-9-10...HER NAME WAS HELEN
She arrived one day, unwanted and different.
We weren't prepared for the likes of her.
She didn't fit in and we were selfish.
She just was not the way we were.
We were young, that's no excuse,
but her ways weren't what we were taught.
A lack of understanding that's what it was,
without knowing just what she thought.
Her clothes weren't clean, her body unwashed,
made being around her a chore for me.
But then there was that issue of a soft heart
that's how Mamma taught me to be.
As days went by easy won out,
I rejected her just like the rest.
She soon was gone from amongst our midst
which put an end to this test.
Didn't think about Helen for many a year,
except when my conscience would ache.
Then I saw her again and I said I'm Sorry
But My apology she would not take.
I think of this now and wish it were different,
but going back is never done.
And I learned a hard lesson and sometimes I wonder,
Was it Helen or I that has won.
