Emma, born on Thanksgiving Day,
fair-skinned daughter of immigrants -
poor but faithful, she kneels to pray.
Our servant girl from age sixteen,
strong hands scour, chop and carry;
her dedication pure – even when unseen.
Gilded lamps, jeweled gowns, foreign to her,
but a loving, child-like heart – joined
to presence of Jesus, she prefers.
She smiles and nods while we open
Christmas presents, eat birthday cake -
knowing her happiness dwells within.
With little hope for earthly fame -
she waits for rebirth in heaven,
her true inheritance to claim.