Loving Anna Lee
 

A poem in remembrance of my dearly departed guardian
who will continue to bring me sunshine in life forevermore

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My first breathes were in her arms, her last were in mine
And now my everyday is marked by a tender loving sign.
To think I’ve gained so many loves that she had had preceding,
For the mountains she’d been born in,
A love for cooking, writing, singing,
And though it pains me now to say, a love for one another.
Because, and though this may sound strange from me,
I’ve always loved her like a mother.

Bless her Soul sandalwood.
And your poem for her is beautiful.

The bond of love is never broken. Love is the bridge between all differences. Even differences of dimension!