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A women so young, who did not have a chance

at the game of life,

She had a heart of giving and a power for living.

In one single phone call that took her kids away,

She fought the battle and lost the fight.

Knowing in our hearts this was not right.

Imagine the events we celebrate within the year,

the birthdays, easter, holloween, thanks-giving

and the biggest of them all Christmas.

As each event passes the heart brakes the tears fall,

the shadows are walking and the sorrows are spilling.

Pain had to grow until the heart could not bare,

all in this path she took the laughter was not there.

Slowly in time she lost her hope and probly lost her will,

each beckening day her heart could not handle a losing day.

She fell to the ground and attack to heart once again right

on Christmas day,

Her number did appear in the moment she past away.

All who knew her saw the unfairness in her life,

in our eyes she was a good mother, daughter and wife.

Knowing down the road her children will one day try to see her again but only will they find,

There mother long past away the saddness in there hearts

the question they may have, where will they find the anwsers.

A sadness is in my heart on this day of grieving of another aunt who suddenly past away.

I find myself thinking in this game of life, it can

be ripped away and robbed in a moment out of sight.

You wander it's just only a number a number a number.

So cherrish the moments in your life never question

when it's right, enjoy the breath you take.

Knowing in my heart there's a everlasting life in the

eternity where tears will never fall.

sadness you will never feel in that place of

perfection we will meet again.

Hello"s will be forever and good-byes do not exist.

In the place of glory up above the clouds right into the mist.