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autumn tree lined forest roadSay not in grief that she is no more but say in thankfulness that she was.
A death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.


Her Old Bones Creaked  - Jamie Samms


Her old bones creaked
And her pace was slow,
But her smile was blindingly bright.

Her mind was sharp
And her voice was kind,
Her manner was a true delight.

The world had changed
In the winters she'd known
But she bore their weight with pride.

She shared her wisdom
And passed the goodness on,
Using her love of life as her guide.

She did not bow to time, using life as her stage,
She sought each morning's joy
And she was never defeated by age.

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