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A dear friend of mine who's a writer of stories and delicate, tender poems created this one - and gave it to me; because she understands about my missal issues.

I love it so much.

Thank you, Beth.

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The flowers she pressed here

Were love, laughter, and loss.

The memories she pressed here

Were of her life, grave and true.

I touched the memories she pressed here.

Then they were memories of you.

                                    Beth Long-Meermans