Sister
She was not a saint, she was not an angel
She was my sister,
She was a mother,
a grandmother,
a cousin and an aunt.
She was loved by us all
and also by others.
She was not a saint, she was not an angel.
God will decide on that,
but she was saintly, and she was angelic
and will always be remembered as that.
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