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    Profound sensations permeate satisfaction,
    Because mother is the literal: life-of-action.
    Attractive!…expresses a mildness of beauty;
    But, mother overwhelms the eyes with duty.

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    Profound sensations permeate satisfaction,
    Because mother is the literal: life-of-action.
    Attractive!…expresses a mildness of beauty;
    But, mother overwhelms the eyes with duty.

    Awesome!…strikes a hearty sensitive cord,
    That the world cannot buy, nor even afford.
    Motherly character comes from–not so far;
    Brought into this world to love…as you are.

    Before good earth multiplied the art of love,
    Mother prepared for action in heaven above.
    The angels busily float in space with a cause;
    But mother’s action ignites a reverent pause.

    Don’t hold your breath…until her task is done;
    Or you’ll never feel the peace of mother’s fun.
    Mother’s energy was not design with an end;
    As life goes-on, so does this awesome friend.

    Wan-na-be-friends, come and go in the wind;
    But mother is more than a place you’ve been.
    She has no beginning, nor a final destination;
    On and on, she acts–with a sweet sensation.

    Mother isn’t mother–with no child to mother;
    The title goes to someone who cares to bother.
    You’re disoriented–a constant pain…in where?
    The world is a place to appreciate mother dear.

    Who can comprehend mother in all her ways?
    Nations depend-on her care, from day to day.
    A profound satisfaction, is to have a mother;
    That marvelous someone–to cherish a bother.
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  • Death occurs by the process of a living end;
    Passing…gave her body a spiritual send.
    Beyond that sacred demise, she finally knows;
    Since life ends, this!…is the way it goes.

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    Death occurs by the process of a living end;
    Passing…gave her body a spiritual send.
    Beyond that sacred demise, she finally knows;
    Since life ends, this!…is the way it goes.

    With a stroke of luck, she surpassed the buck,
    ‘Cause she resolved the buck…with luck.
    Briefly she tarries–to reunite with old friends;
    Ah, kiss goodbye…to this world of sins.

    Just as right as rain, with a straight-line brain,
    Death number one–eliminates the rain.
    Active vibrations…escapes to the world above,
    When her body releases a spirit of love.

    Five motionless days attend to bodily concern;
    81 years are laying to rest–well earned.
    Expecting her decease, stands a spring of life;
    From one to ten, she bore joyous strife.

    The breath of life persist with usual strength;
    Death number two–conquers at length.
    A rythmic rattle ceases, unto a spiritual prize;
    A reverent smile for her timely demise.

    Her aged heart-of-love, still continues to beat;
    Death number three–appears complete.
    30 fading minutes improve her waning wrists;
    Her anxious life enters a heavenly bliss.

    Ophelia’s existence is sealed upon a history line,
    For generations will read her eternal sign.
    Memories survive, while Ina Ophelia lives-on;
    Quietly, she gave-up the ghost…for home.
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