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Petite hand cupped in the hand of wisdom

For trust is embedded, with every decision

Protecting like a shield of armour

And soothing in life’s unbearable traumas

Rivers serenely flow from the past

Your love and direction would last

Time is the ultimate tool-

Sometimes kind, at times very cruel

For you were granted a ticket, and you went away

Tears blinded, a pool of dismay

For I miss your guidance and smile

Wish you could leave heaven, visit with me awhile

Thank You, Father, for all you’ve done-

Shiniest gem, under the sun.

Poem by Lisa Marie Mottert~2012