LYRIC WORDS
The wispy withered woman at her wake
Was a bent blanched bloom, yet without mistake
Her lyric words march to our drumming hearts,
To each body, mind and soul love impart.
Her memory shines in the jeweled eyes
Of grandkids making music and mud pies.
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