a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to weep and a time to laugh…
This was the time,
A woman whose life wasn’t like any other,
Her legacy lies in the life of her children,
And the grandchildren after them.
She suffered not the memory of her time,
She made no excuses for the ridicules of her innocence.
For hers were the freedom of her generation,
Her spirit roamed over the hills,
and the mountains of her youth welcome her,
For that is where she is most free.