Bella, The Queen Bell

Dedication: To my two special Belles, my daughters, Jane Wolfson and Debbie Squires

Illustrations: By Rita N. Wolfson

Introduction:

The work of a bell is to ring aloud,

To do its Job and to be proud.

But if its ring is no longer there,

The silent bell will find its place elsewhere.

Not alway can we follow the path

that was meant to be,

But we can find other paths

to journey on successfully

Bella, The Queen Bell

This is a story about Bella,

a decorated bell,

a work of art,

Who never knew

she was missing a part.

Her clapper had gone astray,

And with it,

Took her ring away.

Bella didn't know her purpose was to ring,

But knew being a bell

was indeed, a special thing.

She sat proudly on a pedestal

in an open space,

With her one of a kind beauty

and quiet grace.

Bella was fitted with a small

crown encrusted in gold,

She became a queen,

a royal sight to behold.

Queen Bella ruled from

her pedestal without making

a hint of a sound,

and was admired

and applauded from all around.