A strong wind of devotion rolls over the hills of our hearts,
her dew of love will not ever depart,
her tears of joy rain down on our souls,
her smile still shines and makes us whole
She weathered our storms with her sea of hospitality,
she did not give a lot she gave everything,
the first shall be last,
the heavens shout her name like a trumpet blast!
Her
the source of her power being altruism,
she was our bedrock who was always by our side,
now she is a bright star for us all to remember in the sky!
Oma.
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