Her name means small
And so very small was she
My Perente
I don’t remember the face anymore
Just that I was bigger than her at age four
When first she took charge of me
My Perente
So small you could miss her as you passed her by.
But her kindness was large, I remember
So large
You could never miss it if ever you did not miss her
as she passed you by.
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