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MARIE GENTRY MEADOWS - EMILY DICKINSON

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Francine

by

Marie Meadows

In memory of Francine, my girlhood friend

Whose beauty and personality were a perfect blend

As teenagers we picnicked in the park

Just the two of us out on a lark

We each married and the babies came

We compared notes on their growth and gain

A devoted mother she did her best

And she did it all with a bubbly zest

An optimist at heart, she looked for a way

To help others through their day

Nothing was impossible in her eyes

At forty something, she took to the skies

She just said, if the engine should stop

She would land in a soft tree top

Soon the heavens were hers to claim

A first class pilot she became

When her sister left, she felt such loss

As little girls they had been so close

She lost her parents and felt so sad

Then came grandsons who made her glad

She counted on Jack to be by her side

And he was there on her last ride

With remarkable courage she faced the divine

With family with her all the time

Her face the angels have kissed

Francine, you will be missed

-

EMILY DICKINSON---DEATH

One of Francine’s Favorite Poems

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;

The carriage held but just ourselves

And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

And I had put away

My labor, and my leisure too,

For his civility.

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