In Loving Memory Of SUE (BRYANT) COLE June 12, 1955 – Sept. 2, 2004 Folks of the Street… His hair has not seen A comb this morning… His coat is ragged and worn… His eyes are bleary from lack of sleep… That coat won’t keep him warm. But…Keep on walking, turn your head, and don’t even look his way. Look the other way and you will see her! Her hair has lost its lustre… It’s no longer styled with care… Look into her face And see the hurt and pain… It’s clearly written everywhere. Now only outcasts; that is their fate… But we can reach out and help them. It might not be too late If we give them a warm bed to sleep in And some good food to eat. But don’t let that just be all for those folks on the street… For they were some mothers’ babies… They were some parents’ sons… Once they listened to the songs That she sung. Some mother rocked them, her babies, to sleep. She never dreamed they’d be folks on the street! By Jeannette N. Hafford Loved and missed, Mom, Dad, Cindy, Amidy, Patrick, Evan and Winn
SUE (BRYANT) COLE
