Dinah Diana

Dearly beloved, we knew she slayed poverty Inching her way to paint and sketch Night alone would not feed her passion, she Answered to no one about her dreams, for Heaven held stairway anyone could climb. Day became electric as she stretched Illuminated passages by her hands, And landed on rich grounds, fore tilling another Nothing and no one strayed her from The Source And now, she's shimmering like stardust in my mind. (In memory of Pioneer of our family) *