Dinah Diana
Dearly beloved, we knew she slayed poverty
Inching her way to paint and sketch
Night alone would not feed her passion, she
Answered to no one about her dreams, for
Heaven held stairway anyone could climb.
Day became electric as she stretched
Illuminated passages by her hands,
And landed on rich grounds, fore tilling another
Nothing and no one strayed her from The Source
And now, she's shimmering like stardust in my mind.
(In memory of Pioneer of our family)
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Copyright © Iris E. S-Lewis | Year Posted 2022
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