Slowly, slowly pages turn,
In this life we now discern,
Importance of a life well spent,
With all God’s graces He has sent.
Mama, Mama, you are free,
Tonight away your soul will flee,
To loved ones waiting up above,
Who’ll greet you with a new found love.
Somber, somber is our heart,
For in our fabric you were part,
Of our true essence woven fine,
A tapestry of love divine.
Onward, onward we must go,
And share with everyone we know,
Your loving, gentle, kindly way,
Forever in our lives to stay.
Peter Lowell Paulson
November 2, 2010
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