in a pale blue dress,
she sits with an air of authority.
emerald eyes smile silently,
always working on a poem,
always ready to take me over
using me as her channel
a true girl at heart,
she loves flowers and her husband
but he died fighting
in the second boer war.
she still thinks of him,
and still wants to be with him
she stayed alive for her sister
but disease struck the family
in her final moment,
she saw her love,
and he led her to
eternal life
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