Mother Oak
You’ve always been the quiet wind,
Filling our sails on the sea of life.
The silent rock of our family,
That eased our pain and strife.
Your heart beats the drum dance;
The four corners of the wind.
Wife of the late Wimpy Edmonds,
A devoted mother and friend.
She has stitched on life’s pattern,
Of our family’s quilt with love.
With gentle and caring hands,
She sewed her qualities thereof.
And in the loom of family,
She’s the stitch that’s kept us together.
She’s our divine sinew of life,
Stronger than a raw piece of leather.
She’s persevered the winds of life,
With her strong but silent hope.
She’s endured the winds of time,
As immovable Mother Oak.
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Dedicated to Genevieve Edmonds,
Wife of the late Wimpy Edmonds.
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