She had a gift, this great woman who
once walked with us.
Her benevolent spirit changed lives, enriching and empowering all who knew her.
Yet modest she remained, humbled by the
gratitude bestowed upon her as he benevolent spirit comforted and quieted
the most restless of us.
In the darkest of hours, it eased our
fears. On the bleakest of days, it
washed away our tears.
Her benevolent spirit strengthened the
weak and tamed the unruly.
As she lived, she gave, and in passing,
she gave us her magnificent gift,
the gift of her benevolent spirit.
Angela Theresa Pitt
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Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2007
A touching poem about someone so special. Welcome to AD, blessings, Holly
Truly lovely poem, Angela. Your mother sounds a lot like mine. It's tough to be quiet in a mad, loud world, but some manage it so wonderfully and leave their mark on the Earth through their kindness and gentleness. This is a beautiful tribute to what sounds like a remarkable lady.
Jean
Reflections and Nature Watercolors is a collection of Margaret's spontaneous positive thoughts in celebrating and reflecting on life and her nature watercolors.
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