She's only a head bobbing up
Behind the window counter
In the reception at the centre
Or so she seems to be
But if by any chance
She's not there
The cry of "where's Jenny's?"
Echoes along the corridors
And the various lining rooms
Trying to trace her on her move
For she's the heart
For she's the soul
Of this place
She always has time
To listen the woes, troubles,
Conflicts and grief
Holding and fighting for
This community
No project is too small
That she pushes, promotes and delivers
She's a legend in her own right
For she's a miracle worker!
Lucette C. Bailliet
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