Steal clothed in velvet, her love was strong and sure;
Her touch, soft and warm, held its own allure.
Inspiring all through kind actions to help out anyone;
Recalling the words of her Lord and the examples of His son;
Leading us down the path of Love and service to others
Every movement that she made, was a vision of “Mother.”
Years of emulation, knowing I'll never be everything that Mother was to our family.
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