Dear Vera

At aged 75 she walks around a town near me from dusk until dawn.

She washes the sheets for those unable to cope anymore.

She feeds the hungry.

She recoils from parties and fame.


No MBE's or Damehoods will her defame.
This maid is made of mettle -
She knows that the paths of glory.
Lead, but to the grave.

She has an unfashionable love of God
And all that was good that he portrayed
And I know and I know and I know
That Peter will welcome Vera.

Gordon Humbled