It was a sad, sad day,
On that Sunday in May,
When all whispered goodbye,
But there was no reply.
Because her soul had flown,
Out to the great unknown,
This woman full of love,
Had left to rise above.
All the pain (so unfair),
Was no longer hers to bear,
Time had come for her to part,
This woman made of heart.
TLA 5/15/11-6/5/16
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