A Tribute to Mobile by Agnes Tennenbaum When I was seventeen It was a very good year. I married the guy of my dreams. When I was twenty one It was a dangerous year. I lost everyone who was Close and dear to me. I suffered without end I was ready to die. Then God smiled on me. Sent the liberators Our wonderful, brave GIs. When I was twenty four I married a kind stranger. I was not lonely anymore. I had a baby, The joy of my life Waiting to enter the promised paradise. When I was twenty six It was a very good year. I came to America Full of hope Leaving behind fear. When I was eighty three It was a very good year. I came to Mobile The city of fresh, green trees And scented air. It was the end of the road, So I thought. I didn't know The city has a soul And a warm heart. People wanted to know my tragic past. With an open mind, When I reached eighty five. School and church doors opened wide. They all wanted to know the truth. They listen to me. When I will breath my very last, I can say, Maybe in Mobile My years were the very best.