When doves cry
Her love was as pure
as a snow white dove
she put everyone first
and made do for herself
she lived for her children
always the cook and baker
to any party she hosted or attended
people adored her skill
although she led a remarkable life
traveling and doing the things she loved
she also wrote about
the loneliness she felt
and the sadness she lived daily
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