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Momma was strong, right to her last breath.

She knew her Lord, so she feared not, death.

For years she fought, keeping her faith strong,

An example to us, when things go so wrong.

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Her smile lit up her face, her laugh, a delighter,

Her Irish green eyes, made everything brighter.

She held together the ends, of our family ties.

Our matriarch, she was the love of our lives.

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She fought so hard, for so many years,

A woman of courage, despite all the tears.

Her body was worn, the pain was too great.

So God took her Home, to walk through that Gate.

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She lived for her family, how fierce was her love.

She's still loving us now, but from Heaven above.

No one could ever compare, nor take her place.

She was a woman of God...She was a woman of Grace.