She
She the 1 who faught and presented me with life
a mother , a sister , and my fathers wife
She who caresses all our cuts and bruises
when were down and in need she never refuses
She gives her love without need to be asked
with her loved ones her colors are nailed to the mast
Shes our cleaner our cook our source of effection
and can see through our hearts with alarming perseption
Shes missed and rememberd by all those she new
and in heaven i know theres a place just for you
Copyright © Derek Fitzgerald | Year Posted 2011
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