~Marge Tindal~ ©2000
She walked across the
though her leaving made us cry.
Her spirit crossed the great divide
to that longhouse in the sky.
No more will she walk
across my night or my day ...
except on the wind that touches my face
or the laughter from a child of grace.
Perhaps in the song a meadow lark sings
and surely in the pleasure of my dreams.
She will forever be with me.
~Spirit Walking~ has
the land of green pastures of peace.
Cora Madeline Anger ... ~Spirit Walking~
*Dedicated to the memory
of the Mum
of My ~Warrior~, Don Anger.
She is home among the spirits with God
December 6, 1999
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