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by Walter
Williams, A Memorial to his sister Stella
When Mom and Dad passed away and
left their beloved brood,
We young ones were in deep
trouble, this we all understood.
But sisters rallied round us. The
orphanage? It will not be!
We will work in cigar factories,
Stella will the mother be.
So God in His kindness did
strength and health supply.
We stayed a happy family with
Jesus ever nigh.
Now I am getting older and
memories come to mind
Of scenes of my childhood and
sisters oh so kind.
I remember as a young lad playing
marbles on my knee.
My breeches soon had a large hole
so plain for all to see.
For some boys this would have
been a big catastrophe.
But for me it was no worry for my
sisters cared for me.
Stella patched and patched. The
hole did not seem bad.
She had a love in her heart few
mothers ever had.
So off to school I would go, as
happy as could be,
In my pants of many colors sister
Stella patched for me.
And when before my Lord I stand,
unashamed I would be,
In my clothes of many colors
sister Stella patched for me.
For Jesus had been a poor lad too
and would smile approvingly,
and say His Father had been very
wise to send Stella to care for me.
In various ways during Stella's
days, God had softly spoken.
Arise my soul, dry those tears,
the circle shall not be broken.
We will see you Stella.
"After Mom and Dad died,
Stella who was 25 years old and the 2 other sisters, who were
still in their teens, were given the responsibility of raising 6
younger children ranging in age from 4 to 15. As each one of us
became old enough to work, we also took on the responsibility
and one of the older ones could get married. All my family is
very special to me. I was 9 years old when Dad died. Stella
never married." |