Miss Annie knew most folks in town,
As she strolled about in shoes of brown,
Her hair pinned up in a heavy braid,
By afternoon, it never stayed.
She visited families, in greatest need,
Those with too many mouths to feed,
She got them food stamps and housing, too,
The usual things social workers do.
She always had a kind thing to say,
Even on the coldest, wintery day,
Her case load numbers were very high,
But she saw each one, never batting an eye.
Her trademark brown suit was known to all,
She always wore it when she came to call,
Her matching brown satchel, overflowed,
Full of goodies which she bestowed.
One day, her heart could beat no more,
A neighbor found her on the floor,
Clad in her suit, with a smile so sweet,
The worn brown shoes, near her feet.
Copyright (c) 2010 by Carmen Henesy
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