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Emma May

My Sister went through this heart breaking ordeal. I wanted to write a POEM to reflect the hurt a little bit.

Up Lifting Spirit

Free Spirit Soars.

Free Spirit Soars.

Emma May

Emma May was warm and secure,

swimming in her world so pure.

It was time for her to be, a

human being of reality.

Emma slid down towards the light.

The wee tunnel leading out, felt right.

Once outside-Emma hesitated…

and her light- dissipated…

It’s in God’s backyard, She will play.

Sister Emma’s in Heaven today

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