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Amanda
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By Louis Gander
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Amanda

(based on a true story)

 

The daughter?  About eight or nine -

but very able, was.

Amanda helped her parents out

in stable there because -

 

the bank had threatened all they had,

demanding every cent.

The housing crisis lingered on.

The stress was great torment.

 

Now she could make some extra cash

and help them out 'a ton'.

Yes, she could help her daddy out -

while chores were being done...

 

She took a chalkboard she thought large

and took a piece of chalk.

She headed down the driving way,

a quarter-mile walk.

 

She tried to write her letters large

enough so all could see -

in hopes that many drivers there

could see her humble plea.

 

"PET SITTING AND

HORSE BOARDING

AVAILABLE."

 

The cars drove by, but no one stopped.

It made her feel sad.

She wanted so, to do her part -

but it turned out all bad.

 

As she had started up the drive

long tears ran down her cheeks -

but she had kept on trying for

those many, many weeks.

 

She once was very happy but

the stress had seized the fun.

Day after day, she cleaned the stalls

until her chores were done.

 

The day had come they had to pack.

She woke before the dawn.

The barn was void of any life

with animals now gone.

 

The kittens, puppies, bunnies were

so very soft to touch -

and with them, horses, llamas too -

she missed them all so much.

 

The bank had made its billions while

Amanda made her bed.

She knelt with tightly folded hands -

and this is what she said:

 

"Dear Jesus, love my daddy please.

He worked so very hard.

And he could fix most anything,

around our little yard.

He sacrificed for forty years

and helped so many folk -

but then the stress had worn him out -

depressed, no savings, broke.

 

I thought my tears were all used up,

had dried and gone away -

but more and more still follow them,

on each horrific day.

Oh Jesus, if Your love is great,

please take dad by the hand -

and lead him by still waters there

into Your 'promise land'.

 

And mama- she still works so hard.

Lord, what are we to do?

Her tears are in abundance too -

but dollars, very few.

There is no garden here to work.

There is no barn and chores.

There is no future I can see

and no more open doors."

---

Do you see hungry children?

Do you see 'signs of chalk'?

Are you concerned, speak up enough -

and do you 'walk your talk'?

 

For God sees inside all our hearts,

He knows who loves the Lord.

You bet He knows how much we give -

or rather, if we hoard.

 

©2014 louis gander

 


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Submitted: Saturday, May 17, 2014

Last Updated: Saturday, May 17, 2014

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Born in Richland Center, Wisconsin in 1954. It's the poem's message that matters- not the poet.


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