Adopted by me,
Find the best people are above friendship,
What do I mean?
I mean anyone can be a friend,
A pal,
Special people become family,
I am proud of myself every now and then we’re having found such people,
The other night the Mormons ministers the two young men came to Ruth’s home,
Ruth always gives him homemade lemonade from her tree,
And there might be a piece of pie,
Night before we talk briefly,
Ruth was done in she had made apple crisp for her young ministers with their fresh lemonade,
We talked briefly,
She had gone up early to do some work,
And she had a friend sleeping on her floor,
See my sister Ruth is a blessing,
Not just to me,
For the relation she chose to follow,
My gay soft Butch sister cares,
How she ever was missed and she lost her partner she was lost and she felt empty,
Will this forever open your home to Lost souls,
Homeless people living on the street,
Offering her floor to them for good night’s sleep,
A good samaritan,
Follower of Christ and a sea of non corrections,
I haven’t read the Mormon Bible yet, I’m just heard rumors,
Rumors don’t cut it with me,
Ruth is all heart,
And what a blessing it is to be in her flock,¹
Footnote:
Sun City Arizonia except for the heat is like America everywhere good people fall on hard times. End up homeless. This City Arizona is blessed my sister choice lives there.
Val Whitewolf 