Once upon a time there was
A little girl so pure.
Her body was not
perfect,
Her walk was never sure.
She grew up and soon she was
A wife and woman true;
As mother she was
steadfast
A shining light all
through.
Oh what a human she was,
A friend and oh indeed
To all she met and came
across
She never showed her
need.
What a true friend she was,
She made her presence felt
Nothing was too
difficult,
An angel in her dwelt.
great and strong her courage was.
Although her say was long
Never did her pain show
through,
Her love for all was
strong.
Oh how her suffering was
She showed a cheerful smile,
She carried all the
family
Over stile and stile and
stile.
Oh dear god how good she was
She has now gone to rest,
Keep her well, we miss
her so
She deserves the very
best.
By Isaac Swartzberg her loving son
Awesome peom, awesome dad
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