I never composed a poem for Martha
But I really miss her so.
My crying heart goes with her each day
wherever she may go.
Her eyes that shine with beauty and love
is a God given gift from heaven above.
Her soft sweet tempting teasing smile and
loving gentle heart so sweet and kind
whenever I am lonely and recall her name,
it always stirs the heart strings of my mind
She is very special and very precious
in the haunting archives, of my memory
She will always be a shining light
and rare cherished treasure, to me
I do not know to this day where she may be at.
But if you know, please tell her this for me,
“Bobby loves her.”
Then look into her shining eyes and say,
Martha you are beautiful did you know that?