Each person has a special trade
That makes our time unique
A quality that shall not fade
As life moves, week-to-week
A simple task, a simple deed
Performed in loving care
Our noble acts serve those in need
Yet, we are unaware.

We seldom see our actions bring
A smile upon each face
We rarely hear the children sing
Or feel the sense of grace
We leave within the souls of those
Indebted to our skill
Despite the fact the whole world knows
We, likely, never will.

Each person has a special trade
That stands above the rest
A quality the Lord has made
To prove our lives are blessed
While we may never come to know
What sets our skills apart
Our legacy will always show
In prints left on the heart.

© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection