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poem I wrote for my 50th birthday. |
| Celebrate Her A tear slides gently down her cheek Leaving a trail to mark its path, Giving notice of her heart Remembering years gone by. She was a daughter Born into a world full of hate, Left alone to grow Into a woman full of love. Sister to three brothers Allowing her to be herself, Giving her room to bloom Protecting her from harm. A wife who was loved Before it was taken from her, Teaching her an injured heart Will heal with time. She is a mother Full of undying love for her sons, Support, Pride, and Encouragement For what they have become. She is grown now Having survived half a century, Living to the fullest Loving and being loved. Pat Sinclair 2010 |