Oh Lisa daughter of the fallen, 
Come hither so I may bless you
For what you give with your
Carers’ hands and gentle smile
Is greater than imaginable.

I thank you with my frail heart
And my thin hand and voice
You came to me on Easter Sunday
And again on Easter Monday
Bringing your gifts.

Love Mary

mary-gay-kearns

Carer

Jun 6, 2026

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Wow a gift you surely are. You inspired me I posted the poem and gave you credit. Thank you