In the shadows of my life
I see the mountains fall
All the things that I loved most
The mountain buried all
I stood and watched it from afar
And felt so all alone
Then through the shadows and the dust
I saw a figure stand
And with the love that I had lost
Reached out and touched my hand.
Mary Francis Kierepka
3/17/1932-9/28/2017
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