Diane C. Jarett
To Our Fallen Sister
May our hearts go out to all who knew her,
Whether well or just a little,
The tears we endured at her memorial,
The hugs we all shared; so heartfelt.
Life has a way of throwing us a curve ball,
When we least expect it to,
We may not understand why,
But God has his reasons through and through.
He may want our Fallen Sister,
For her ‘Harley Highway’ Walk,
Or maybe there’s another Sister up there,
That He needs for them to talk.
About the way they lived their lives,
And the way they treated others,
And the way they shared their smiles,
And the way that they were Mothers.
For their children will carry a great burden,
As each day progresses and passes
For all the words they could have said,
Those words will be felt by the masses.
In their confusion they may digress,
To places we may never know,
As long as we’re always there for them,
Their grasses will surely grow.
For this emptiness within their garden,
Will surely leave a lonesome spot,
Where their Mother was once prominent,
And all the lessons that she taught.
The shock may not yet be set in,
Of her sudden and tragic passing,
When those emotions do win,
Rest assured we’ll be there to listen.
Her smile was big and bright,
Her hair so brown and shiny,
Her kindness so grandly,
Her laugh so loud and mighty.
So for now let’s do our part,
By lending an ear to others,
She wasn’t just our Fallen Sister,
She was someone else’s Mother.
Written By: Sandra Seidell (mtndirtbikegal@comcast.net), June 24, 2008
A List Poem In Loving Memory of Our Fellow Friend, Mother, Daughter, and Fallen WOW Sister, Diane C. Jarrett
October 27, 1962 – June 21, 2008
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