Dorothy

Dorothy by Kathryn Cloward

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I met an elderly woman named Dorothy
With rosy cheeks and hair set she was lovely
Scooting along in her wheelchair
Down hospital halls with a smile to share
And no matter what the day
She’d smile at me and say

La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la-la la la la la la la

Dorothy’s words were shuffled by her tongue
The vibrancy of a woman once young
A digest magazine carried close
Wishing for time with the ones she loved most
And she hasn’t drifted away
Connecting with others by these words she’d say

La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la-la la la la la la la

As a little girl I wondered what her life had been
And as a teenager I’d meet her again
Her words were slower in time
Years had stretched her once abundant mind
Oh Dorothy would soon pass away
When I feel her angel wings I smile and say

La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la-la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la-la la la la la la la

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