Special Angel 1996-2001 (In memory of Jorgie Ann) God had sent a special angel to us, One so humble she could not fly. She came from the gates of heaven, When I thought my mother would die. She occupied my father’s time And would eat right out of his hand, When she thought he had some food, She would make a constant demand. She would trumpet in her bass voice To let you know she was there, And eye you with her beady eyes And give a sagacious catlike stare. Although she couldn’t fly She could run as fast as the wind, And she performed special antics That would turn any frown to a grin. She was just a flightless emu Who didn’t appear to be very smart, But she gave a special friendship That touched deep into each heart. When her task on earth was completed God took her back to heaven above She left a legacy of fond memories And is remembered with genuine love. Garen Evans 12/2/01