Barbara Bush Remembered And Celebrated - Poem by Bill Grace
I will miss her on the national scene.
She was too strong with roots too deep in family to succumb
to the treacherous winds of notoriety.
Perhaps I love her most, when at a time of Presidential Gala
she baited the press with a good spirit to take a remembered look.
It seems perhaps the cartoonist caught her accurately and well.
In heaven she is greeted by her young untimely lost daughter.Only oneword of greeting is spoken: "Robin! "
Acknowledging the furor of our politics, with a definite pang,
I wish her well and a public condolence to family left behind.
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