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I had come to say: Good-bye!
I had come to say my last farewell!
Seated in her chair, slowly looking round the room,
There was a noiseless suggestion that the time had come:
For her, it was that last, final breath, that inevitable last sigh.

During her long life, she loved much more than most.
It was one day to another, loving, laughing and playing,
Little did she worry of concerns of problems to come,
She was loved for that she was, one laid bare for life and living.
Concatenation came and went, but always a woman with a penchant to boast.

I had tried to talk of many things: Mainly bygone days.
I had laughed of this and that, sometimes even devilish things,
But came a tipping point, uttered about another, momentarily in jest,
There was, always, at that time, of what was right and what was wrong,
Of the love of days, perhaps, now, mostly forgot, in her loving, proper ways.

She has gone, but remains, very much, close to my heart.
Her laughter, her audaciousness, was sometimes hard to believe,
But a wink of an eye, one little finger, pointing to the sky,
As though she stood, atop a highest spire, looking down from on high,
Oh! How can I forget that little lady: Her memory! It shall never part.

One could recall her high-pitched songs, sung in her special way.
It was said that just one of her single songs could be heard
From mountain tops, to gushing floods, knocking on a valley’s door.
Who could forget, ever, just one of those loving caresses that
I shall aways miss: Sleep my dear! We shall meet, again … on another day.