Mildred Madalyn Johnson

Mildred Madalyn Johnson
 Born in the autumn of 1916
 A shy, pretty girl from east Texas
 Religious and restless
 Humble and kind as a person could be
 She loved to sing in the choir, 'loud and inspired
 Her head tilted down, keeping time
 Or tell stories with friends after supper
 Ignoring the hour
 A Calico cat fast asleep at her side
 And she loved to drive her big red car
 Though she couldn't see over the hood very far
 She'd back out the driveway
 And point that thing down the road
 We'd say, "Lord, there she goes"
 Her hair was silver and messy
 She walked in a hurry
 Worried about wasting the day
 Some nights she sat at her dresser
 Composing long letters
 Falling asleep with a pen in her hand
 And she loved to drive her big red car
 A scarf 'round her shoulders, her foot to the floor
 Down to the grocery, she'd wave goodbye
 And we'd pray, "Lord, bring her back safe"
 And she loved to drive her big red car
 Though she couldn't see over the hood very far
 She'd back out the driveway
 And point that thing down the road
 We'd say, "Lord, there she goes"
 Mildred Madalyn Johnson
 Marvelous woman
 I was so lucky to call her my friend