VERA

We knew where to find her on Wednesdays
We knew where her heart belonged
For just like our dear mother
Who cherished your Club like a song....
Caring & feelings of acceptance
Ladies who met near the Mill
Every Wednesday morning found Vera
At a Club called the Good Will.

She cross stitched and she quilted
While gossiping & eating a lunch
And when it was time to leave
She felt like hugging the bunch....
They were like her sisters
All Christians everyone
She knew they had her back
While she laughed & had some fun.

But one day her chair was empty
And they knew she wouldn't return
For Vera was called to Heaven
Albeit much too soon....
She left her mark in this place
Her work won't be forgotten
And her friends will feel her love
In every stitch and button.