The twilight reds
speak of memories and journeys.
Violets, thorns, and an even path,
at ninety-five and entering herself.
Nourished by laughter, gentle her notes
filling her life with trestles of dreams.
Joy in her knowing most came to the light,
as she was married to days that always knew love.
Her journey complete at ninety-seven
filling the earth with her spirit of song.
Sharing her love among the stars
breathing infinity into her new born breath.
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