As Always (Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Friend and Genealogist) Every word she speaks Every time we meet . . . No wonder we seek Acceptance, received As always so freely And consistently Offered No trouble, no matter our grieving There's no end to her reaching Our souls Never doubting, we believe Nothing wavering, we cleave Unto her, naturally This is no Dream, but Real . . . And we see Her Eternally By Scott L. Vanatter, poem written Feb. 25, 2012 for my Mother's 78th birthday.
Scott Vanatter