A tree she was tall and sturdy
Touching our lives with love so steady.
Never can we forget the respect that she commanded
She gave in abundance even when not demanded.
Under her boughs we flourished strong
She was always there when things went wrong.
Nurturing her seedlings with total care
Sparing the rod even when we played dare.
Today our tree is no more
Her saplings yet must soar.
She has taught us how to grow
Knitting a new world under our brow.
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