I met her again today Celebrating her birth, Eighty-four years on earth Learning to live and pray.
She held my hand so forcefully Squeezing me again and again. Speaking little but her eyes Fixed on me were ancient ties
Of a long beloved friend A spirit free of human stain. Her love for me is without end.
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