she brang joy

She did it. 
She lived to care for her own. 
She lived to watch over many. 

She tried. 
She sacrificed. 
She cried. 

She sang and gave
And brang the joy 
Of God to life. 

She made sunshine out of rain—
Made something out of nothing—
Fearless warrior woman, mother saint






Dedicated to Frances Trotter. 



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