“Life should be measured not by the number of years,
But rather by the love shared, memories made:
The joy given and the blessings received.”
The people we meet across life’s arch
Cannot be measured in time neither age nor
Judged or punished, rather loved, and shared
Memories placed in caring hands
They’ve reached out to
Small and big hands, multicolored hands- as fresh
As sprigs in spring, others hands like raisins in the sun, even
Outward into empty space of receding hands
I know
Injustice causes for fluster; but you mustered
Called on courage and fought for justice
Your journey spanned decades; you’re extremely resilient
Detached from regrets, the would and could haves
Mounted on the rising, bending, and swirling wind
And In delight watching them disappearing in the clouds
Not casting shadows upon the azure sea below
When life throws hard and soft blows, you
are prepared to soften shocks with prayer, a
Constant and reliable companion; your supplier
Of strength and the arch connecting earth to heaven
This special day is as warm as midday sunshine and cooled
By your fans: close-knit family and friends united in love,
an arch for you to continue to build on.
Brooklyn, New York
Almedia Knight-Oliver
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