Provenance, I share with thee
Fraught with warmth and love
We are two, yet once were three
Lamenting our lost ones
Oft melancholy, our hearts hath been smote
Yet, I hearken to childhood ere
Recalling a Sister`s Love unbroke
And friendship ceasing ne`er
Deanna, with wisdom of Arianrhod`s Caer
You are truth of Asherah`s Shrine
You see my heart, and can repair
My hurt, with thy sweet smile
As our Mother and Grandmother passed
Matriarch you have become
My reverence, it will surely last
Proud of thee, I always am
The Muses`s strength bequethed to you
In Moonlight, I hope you`ll find
This brothers love, forever true
I proffer, as would Brian
From archaic times, Demeter speaks
Like Gynarchies of Inanna
In modern times, from Blodeuwedd`s Beak
I hear the name, Deanna
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Brings tears to my eyes today, as always. Thank you. Love, Deanna