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Angels come in varied fashions,
Different forms and different shapes,
One may not be aware
of them,
Until they've gone, and it's too late.
They're fat and short and tall and thin,
They come in
many sizes,
Which is, of course, no help at all,
When one tries to
recognize 'em.
They come in diverse species, too,
And sometimes
opposite sexes,
And though they're spread around the world
They say the
greatest come from Texas.
A state so broad, God went whole-hog,
And gave Texas
quite a few,
But the angel ratio there per mile,
Was still too small
to call a coup.
So then God gifted Texas angels
With bigger,
larger hearts,
Their love, He said, must go much farther,
Because they are so far apart.
Then God allowed they could talk funny,
And He gave them
Texas drawls,
Then branded them as His and said,
"Ah shor do
love Y'all."
Like God blest Florida with palm trees,
And New
York with Broadway lights,
He blest the Lone Star State of
Texas,
With the Angel BaBa White.
And, sho' nuff, her heart's as great,
As any big ole' Texas
mile,
And, darlin,' it's the gospel truth,
So is her big ole' Texas
smile!
Saturday nights, Angel BaBa White
Becomes all squeaky
clean,
And they' ain't no angels up in heaven,
As clean as that sweet
'thang,'
She's got a heart that looks like Texas,
In
length and width and girth,
And, sho' nuff, God knew what He was
doin',
When He sent Angel BaBa down to earth.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright 2002
Dedicated with love to the greatest angel in all of Texas,
one of our own Potlitzer Pearls, the one and only
Barbara (BaBa) White!
Ginny said I should put my mug shot on here so I did. You can imagine the honor I felt when I got this poem about me because no one ever wrote a poem about me before!
I am always kidding with the Pearls that I only take baths on Saturday night. I love playing on the fact I'm "Suthern". I may not have blue eyes or golden hair or be the purdiest thang in Texas but I wanted to put my favorite Texas song on here which is by Little Texas...as opposed to me who isn't so little in Texas! Oh well, I was young and purdy once, too.
Thank you, Ginny!
Be sure and look for Ginny's poetry in
"Chicken Soup for the Grandparent's Soul"!
Let's all go see Ginny!
 
 
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