Sarah Manokore

There are some, who live on,

not as a face, but as a feeling

A sense of being loved, of being cared for

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There are some, who lived through much,

 who took on loneliness, suffering

And turned it into strength, enough to share

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There are some who always gave

Who had enough time, energy

To listen and advise, to share wisdom and a smile

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There is one, who lives on,

 not as a memory, but as a presence

A quiet guide, a natural mother, a woman of strength

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Sarah;  mother, grandmother, teacher, friend

You cannot be gone, forgotten

You are still here, within us

.

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.Dhaka 2013

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