never spoken of
Commemorates her beautiful face
The graceful eyes that forever watched
The fervent soul still endlessly praying
Stood aloof from every belonging
facing every conflict of life.
Like a warrior ready for battle
Hoping for only one thing,
To meet her eternal redeemer
and be carried away along
with the Savior into eternity.
My mother to be
But always my super queen
The perfection of beauty
in her heart and soul
For what could I give her in return
For her overture in God
And this world just a passing cloud
But she earned this world
not with money but with the love
that still enchants me
the pavilion that sheltered me
And molded me for who I amBut always my super queen
The perfection of beauty
in her heart and soul
For what could I give her in return
For her overture in God
And this world just a passing cloud
But she earned this world
not with money but with the love
that still enchants me
the pavilion that sheltered me
- Adeline Barbara Dvaz
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