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Aunt Millie The hymn rose With a heavenly warble Joyous and strong Now and then She would sing At holidays My Grandfather Playing piano In the old farmhouse At the age of five I was bowled over By her powerful voice It soared above Us all Shockingly superior I had no idea Why she stopped What had taken her gift She had “moods” I heard In hushed tones But that voice Unafraid and amazing Is the memory I choose |
Additional Notes:
She was plagued with being Bi-polar all her adult life.
and never could seem to get her medications right. It
was sad to see her give up and live in misery so long.
I've been unable to write lately but did manage this
tribute which was read at her funeral.
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