Some will come, soon to go;
Others to nurture, to watch you grow.
One will stay, will never go;
In such a woman are things to know.
Learn the poetry of her ways,
Bless her with your gaze,
And as she lives, for all her days,
Sing! Sing! Sing her praise!
David M. Brotherson
Nov. 05, 2004
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