I'm not what I'm suppose to be
My story to you I'd like to tell
So you can have a laugh or two
And I will tell you where I now dwell.
Miss Billie said I was a Pink Canna
And I once belonged to someone dear
It was the last bulb she had saved
From her Mother's yard, I hear.
When getting ready for Hurricane Rita
I was destined for the garbage bin
When "Loving Hands" rescued me
From the hanging basket that I was in.
"Loving Hand" wrapped me up
Ever so gently in a wet - cool paper towel
Into a paper cup I sat for days
Until it was time for us to travel.
Days after Rita blew thru town
"Loving Hands" drove me north
To Kilgore on a beautiful day
A new life for me - soon to blossom forth.
Out of the car - into the house
For a welcomed over-night rest
A bit more water on my towel
For now I feel at home at last.
Bessie MelVina Carathers
September 30, 2005
Morning came - and "Loving Hands"
Took me from the paper cup
In the bed outside her window
Planted me - watered me - now I'll grow-up.
As "Loving Hands" planted me
She gave to me a name
I'd soon be known as "Miss Lillie"
A lovely name I'll gladly claim.
Winter went by - Spring soon arrived
I started peeking thru the mulch
One day soon, I showed my blooms
"Loving Hands" noticed me as she had lunch.
For I'm a beautiful Yellow Daffodil
"Loving Hands" took my picture
To Miss Billie they were sent
Lo and Behold! It can't be true!
Miss Billie really was surprised
"Not a Daffodil! Oh! Me!" Miss Billie said
"A pink Canna I'm supposed to be!"
A beautiful Daffodil I am instead.
What am I to do? Please tell me!
"Loving Hands" will care for me
So I'll keep blooming every Spring
If Mother Nature will let me be.