| Apples are not her favorite thing Books seem to catch her eye, Conversing she does very well | ||
| Dogs can draw her out, Even when she's feeling sullen, Flowers, she sometimes likes to smell | ||
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Going and going, is what she does Helping wherever she is needed Introducing her heart so swell | ||
| Jovial and happy is the picture she shows Keeping her own problems at bay Loving life is what she shows | ||
| Mothering everyone she comes in contact with Nothing seems too tough to bear Oh if you only knew what burdens she tows | ||
| People will never see her cry, Quietly, she sheds them alone Revealing them only to those who know | ||
| Struggling with her disease That can sometimes be debilitating Until they finally find a cure | ||
| Venting when she needs to Worrying on occasion X-rays cannot show the obscure | ||
| Yet she trods along Zany and carefree to be sure. |
