Her pigtail waving merrily as she goes,

How she stays so nice - heaven knows.

In a job that must get her down,

Always a smile - never a frown.

A lovely little lady,

Who inspired these words,

And I bet - the birds

To sing her praises,

And the daises and other flowers.

To look up and admire her,

For doing this work that must tire her.

At times - and with her children,

To love and care for.

I hope there's someone there for,

Helen, too - why not me and you?

Let's form a queue! Harry Clarke, Wingates Nursing Home

Chorley Road, Westhoughton

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