Sometimes, you think

This grief is yours

And only yours alone.

She was your mother, sister, wife,

Grandmother, friend, – and none

Could ever start to comprehend

The agony of loss,

Or how on earth to deal with

Life’s random crap shoot toss.

Who ever else but she recalled

The memories you two shared;

Whoever else went back that far?

Whoever else would ever care?

Whoever else but she knew all the joy,

The pain, the depth of sorrow…

Whoever else bur she had stood

With you to face each morrow?

But now she’s gone, too far away,

To hug or kiss or talk to

SHE was all this to everyone,

This precious soul we all knew.


Sandra Lee Smith

In memory of Barbara Ann Schmidt Heileman


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