Those scintillating eyes and
the powerful aura-
she reminded me of no one,
she was completely her own, distinctive self.

Nothing was more beautiful
than the way she carried
herself around,
as the strongest I had ever known.

She was not always so proud of herself,
but the beauty lies in her story-
the story of blossoming into someone
with more faith than fear!

I’m grateful
for the fearlessness,
strength and care
that runs in the veins of this woman.

GREG RAKOZY 3MOTIONAL STUDIO
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