Mrs Cole

I was beat as a child
Far back as memories go
I still don't understand
Why those years passed so slow
They told me I was bad
I believed it was true
They tried to beat it out
Colors green red black blue
After being rescued
God sent me Mrs. Cole
It had become her job
To try to make me whole
Spirit of an angel
Soul full of the Lord's love
A great teen therapist
Sent to me by him above
It was for girls only
This group that I was in
We all wanted one thing
We wanted life to end
At first we were angry
Better times could be had
The courts sending us here
Had made us all quite mad
We all had our reasons
Why we had to be there
There were seven of us
All of us in dispair
Life had given us burdens
With which we couldn't cope
But Mrs. Cole was there
She taught us about HOPE
Through generosity
She put in extra hours
Taking her private time
To blend it within ours
She showed us true friendship
Which drew a response-trust
At times I have wondered
What taught her it's a must
She taught us many things
Many techniques to use
Some to chase away fears
Some to chase away blues
Her approach was her own
And so very unique
Three years of counseling
It took to find my feet
Shopping trips secrets shared
Calls at night-during the day
Not a counselor-friend
Doing it her Lord's way
If not for Mrs. Cole
Seven lives would be lost
The courts knew her magic
They gladly paid the cost
The lessons that she taught
Are still useful to me
God bless dear Mrs. Cole
Wherever she may be

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