Adina Augusta Purcell
Can words truly capture the essence of the lady on the hill
Whose womb bore eight but yet-
Has mothered countless others?
Whose hands dug deep to till the soil; to stretch outwards to care, to share, to bear another’s burdens
To reach upwards, ever acknowledging her Creator and God; to reach around to hug, to squeeze with compassion or delight
As I write
Can my words truly capture the essence of the lady on the hill
Whose ears were alert to hear the fear in the voices of each troubled soul
To support, to mould many a one through life’s turbulent maze
Whose eyes were quick to thwart the tricks of teenage ploys and tricks
Yet gentle to appreciate the ruse of youth and childhood frolic
Lady iconic
Can my words truly capture the essence of this lady on the hill
Whose feet have tread through communities, islands and lands
Ever seeking to break the bar of ethnic indifference or scare,
Touching cultures and peoples, near and far,
The Purcells’ star
Which words can capture the essence of this lady on the hill?
Whose lips utter timely cusps of wisdom,
Yet canny to deliver sweet quips in playful jest of laughter
Whose mind was quick to discern, while effervescent in joyful banter
Whose sense of style in head gear and African attire
Depict her spirit of life and culture’s flairs
Antigua’s dame
Her name
Adina, Hebrew in origin
Means delicate and gentle as the way she cares for each child, woman, man
And also noble, spreading a fragrance of peace and joy, permeating the hearts she touched
For she loved and was loved so much
By all
It pains to recall
But as I pause, despite the agony, I have hope and can smile
For she blessed us and promised, t’will only be awhile till we meet again
Her love ever etched in my heart
Will flourish like lilies in the dell
Tis merely a fleeting farewell
No, words cannot truly capture the essence of this lady on the hill or tell
Of the love and true worth of Adina Augusta Purcell
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Jessie Purcell
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