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Mamma Poetry Contest
How beautiful you were
Your love flourished and did transfer
To us upon with ambitious dreams
And love for each did stir.
You flitted about, to each one nourishing
Not in discouraging but, encouraging.
To say, “It’s going to be all right.”
And the future is in your sight.”
With God's grace and never His absence.
You climbed the stairs into the arms with guidance.
And in His favor manifest love spellbind
Comfort to those you had left behind.
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Eve Roper
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