My Mother- A Warrior

She carried with grace,
her dazzling hues abrace.
Her body being frail,
she walked at her own sweet pace.
She fought life- tooth and nail,
and on her final journey, after her voice tailed,
heads turned in every place along the trail,
Her spirit had prevailed!


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GREG RAKOZY PHIL HEARING

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